Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Scale

It goes lights, camera, I'm on
One time to kill '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 won't stop, it, call the cops
I be the invincible, in the school of knocks, I'm the principle
Joe you know

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

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

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 field of rap, we pull rank no
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 forget it

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

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

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

Off the meter, and we reach the
and ya don't 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 rank no
We top the Scale

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

I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, you tell?
Girls to me when they groove to Maxwell
I got one life to live so I'm
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 warnin' shots blastin' on crews
corrupt Jakes
The Black Viper, scream on and rhyme cyphers
More Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer

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

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

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