Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Scale

It goes lights, camera, I'm on
One more time to kill 'em, my rap flow is
I scream the Beastie Boys, "What time is it?"
It's two o'clock, you gettin' out the box

Then off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad
No we stop, fuck it, call the cops
I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks, I'm the
Fatman Joe you

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

Like the marathon, with 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 the big wigs

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

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

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

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

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

The front door, rugged, our shit raw
Make for the fans, plus the world tour
Believe that, peep E and P's back
Wreckin' heads daily, so and get the bozack

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

Yo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be
you customers 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 too many niggaz to break
No are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on crews
Like corrupt
The Black Viper, scream on MC's and cyphers
Dangerous Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer

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

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

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