Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Scale

It lights, camera, action I'm on
One time to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling
I scream with the Boys, "What time is it?"
It's two o'clock, you knocked out the box

Then kicked off the block, Def Hit Squad
No we won't stop, fuck it, call the
I be the invincible, in the of hard knocks, I'm the principle
Fatman Joe you

As you suffer the repercussions, comin' through the
Bust the crime scene, some drama
Niggaz duckin' when we come through, the jab, in the one-two
Layin' MC's out to trap, we run through, like what?

Like the marathon, flooded the diamonds on
Get my rhymin' on, EPMD fuckin' on
Back to Biz, new with the fat crib
My shit in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big

Off the meter, and we reach the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the of rap, we pull rank no question
We top the Richter

Off the meter, and we reach the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we rank no question
We top the Richter

Bust the techniques, E.D.
GangStarr shit, Mass Appeal
Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you on
To get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't it

I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate
of a jab, gift of gab
I'm the elite, keep it like street level
I rock a Rolex watch a diamond bezel

Rap terror, EPMD, a new era
Off the Richter Scale, blowin' hotter ever
the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads noddin'
Lost mind and said, "Shit!" when we barged in

The door, rugged, keeps our shit raw
Make hits for the fans, the world tour
that, peep that E and P's back
Wreckin' heads daily, so chill and get the

Off the meter, and everytime we the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull rank no
We top the Scale

Off the meter, and everytime we the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull rank no
We top the Richter

Yo Flush-in, all my cats be bustin'
Servin' you and those fake hustlers
Whassup? to me, I smack you silly
I'm the Kid, but no comparison to

I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, you tell?
Girls lose to me when they groove to
I got one life to so I'm livin'
Got girls to be hittin', more cars to be

We stripped too many beats to make too many to break
No moves are fake, no warnin' shots blastin' on crews
Like corrupt
The Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme
More Dangerous Mind than, Pfeiffer

So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled wanna battle-battle
Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, wild cattle
We flow beef so that, let that shit cease
I'm quick the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece

Off the meter, and we reach the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the of rap, we pull rank no question
We top the Richter

Off the meter, and we reach the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull rank no
We top the Richter