Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Hard

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

When we your shit, you better hit the deck
You'll walk the plank for dis
Respect, respect, respect...
If you on the Rock, best 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 pump up the beat and make it loud
Loud...
A, scrach it...

Heavy metal tension through your blood
Too much step off the pud
Too treble mid-range and bass
The beat's so it'll dick your face
You'll crush out rock hard beats
Hard rock rythms for fanitic freaks
people say this has been done
We're here, now
And the won

Fists...
of fury in an MC bout
Rock so hard knock you out
The very first blow is a in the snout
The beat's so def that you beware
you're talkin' bass right in your face
The walls crumble down, destroying the
The finishing is the bokasat-slam
The final blow is the finger jam

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

Gettin' the Ad Ad

MCA, D. in the place to be
The Boys showin' up in toy
That's
Uh, Uh
In the to be
You know it, you it
AdRock, uh uh
the party gets loose
Slop one, one
And your the boots

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