Luyện nghe bài hát Check 1, 2

EPMD, Def Jam
it, uhh, huh, yo

It's on the microphone
My style be Elektra, I'm the Syl Rhome
Homes, walk around with chrome
On safety, the mic in the end zone

This here ain't the shit, you used to front
And automatic rounds shoot you
So knock it off, like Smalls said
"Duke, you soft, why you fuck with the boss?"

Where should I Breakin MCs or shatterin' charts?
Diablo, PMD, Mic Doc with the purple heart
The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er, 'er
Front and back and if she wit it, in the shitter

So Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hydro, pack and ammo

With more than Lambeau, more heat than Rambo
down, dismantle, when I scramble

I just get and I go for mines
Say check 1, 2 and run down the
Inclined to shine techs and forty-four mags and nines
Don't get too close because you might get

I get down and I go for mines
Say check 1, 2 and run down the
Inclined to shine with and forty-four mags and nines
Don't get too close you might get shot

Uhh, yo, hey and yo!
fuckin' with us is bad news
Me and you got different
you might say is dope, I say's not
What I call wack, you'll call hot

The best thing for you is to and hope
Or get choked and hung with the rope
you too theatrical, mess around
And end up smackin' you, you, attackin' you

why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the cash
Double beaucoup, just rippin' up mics is my crew do
Whatever you, pull out the burner, fuck the shoot through
Roadblocks and smear campaigns the two-two

Or nine that'll chew through your waistline
I'm accurate, waste mine, spit on bassline
Run with the potential to be on Dateline
I fake mine, you blaze crazy while I pace mine

Yeah, now why wanna mess with the vets?
We've been this shit since [unverified]
I make shit that you wanna smack your producer
And ice grill him and make you wanna kill him

And around leakin' in the bed for the weekend
For playin' with the Mohican
[Unverified], fuck you in Puerto Rican
Keep quiet when you grown men speakin'

Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the shit is
Delerious, that's how we leave cats and curious
The true got caught, shit, you better call Kevin
Big Dog 40 and the Dutch from the 7-11

I'm danger like Norris, the ranger
The mic strangler, PMD, the head banger
Mo' skills fo' real for them cats kill
a nine on the reg behind penetentiary steel

I get down and I go for mines
Say check 1, 2 and run the line
Inclined to shine techs and forty-four mags and nines
Don't get too close because you get shot