Luyện nghe bài hát Check 1, 2

EPMD, Def Jam
it, uhh, huh, yo

It's E-Dub on the
My style be Elektra, I'm the male Syl
Homes, around with forty-four chrome
On safety, the mic in the end zone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or tech nine that'll through your waistline
I'm accurate, don't waste mine, on bassline
Run the unseen potential to be on Dateline
I don't fake mine, you crazy while I pace mine

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

And walk around in the bed for the weekend
For with the last Mohican
[Unverified], that's fuck you in Puerto
Keep quiet you hear grown men speakin'

Or get smacked, ain't no game, the shit is serious
Delerious, that's how we leave cats and niggaz
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 that
Pump a nine on the reg behind penetentiary

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