Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Hard

We're we're
We're the b-boys, we regret
There's wrong with your TV set
a gettin loose
We couldn't be
Our beats are bigger and and longer
Got real rock
You must
Not fake, not false, not
I can play the drums, I can gituar
Not b-boys, but real rock stars
Rock, rock, rock...

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

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

Fists...
of fury in an MC bout
Rock so it'll knock you out
The very first blow is a kick in the
The so def that you better beware
you're talkin' bass right in your face
The walls down, destroying the place
The finishing is the bokasat-slam
The blow is the five finger jam

Some...
Sometimes I rythms rather write rhymes
He writes his and I write
Rock 'n roll are raunchy and rawkus
from Manhatten, you're from Secaucus
Mike D and MCA
Not before 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, D. in the place to be
The Beastie showin' up in toy
That's
Uh, Uh
In the to be
You know it, you it
AdRock, uh uh
When the gets loose
Slop one, one
And your the boots

gettin' trouble
LOV on the New C.
Double R R
off the by
Just off the jile
I lost my style
Gonna' grab my
All the the got style
Oh...