Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Scale

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

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

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

Like the marathon, flooded the diamonds on
Get my rhymin' on, fuckin' shinin' on
to Biz, new address with the fat crib
My shit in the Wiz, with the big wigs

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 Scale

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

Bust the techniques, E.D.
Unreal 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, brown
Hell of a jab, of gab
I'm the elite, it underground like street level
I a Rolex watch with a diamond bezel

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

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

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

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 Scale

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

I ain't of you motherfuckers, can't you tell?
Girls lose to me when they to Maxwell
I got one to live so I'm livin'
Got to be hittin', more cars to be drivin'

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

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

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

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