Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Hard

We're we're
We're the b-boys, we don't
There's nothing with your TV set
a gettin loose
We be harder
Our beats are bigger and and longer
Got rock shit
You admit
Not fake, not false, not
I can play the drums, I can play
Not just b-boys, but real rock
Rock, rock, rock...

When we borrow your shit, you better hit the
You'll the plank for your dis
Respect, respect, respect...
If you front on the Rock, run and hide
If you got static, take it outside
And you start to get dulled by the Beastie
Use real rock beats, show off big
Like claps of thunder from the clouds
So we'll up the beat and make it real loud
Loud...
A, then it...

Heavy metal tension running through your
Too rock step off the pud
Too much treble mid-range and
The so hard it'll dick your face
You'll crush out hard rock hard
Hard rock cold rythms for freaks
Some say this has been done
here, we're now
And the won

Fists...
Fists of in an MC bout
Rock so it'll knock you out
The very first is a kick in the snout
The beat's so def you better beware
When you're bass right in your face
The walls crumble down, the place
The touch is the bokasat-slam
The final blow is the five jam

Some...
Sometimes I write rather write rhymes
He his and I write mine
Rock 'n rythms are raunchy and rawkus
We're from Manhatten, you're Secaucus
Mike D and MCA
Not long I can hear you say
In a way these boys got
They're goin' off you know they love to get
Get loose, get loose...

Gettin' the Ad Ad

MCA, Mike D. in the to be
The Beastie Boys up in toy
right
Uh, Uh
In the to be
You it, you know it
AdRock, uh uh
the party gets loose
Slop one, one
And your the boots

Everybody trouble
LOV on the New C.
R double R
off the by
Just off the jile
Like I lost my
Gonna' my rhyme
All the the got style
Oh...