Luyện nghe bài hát Check 1, 2

EPMD, Def Jam
it, uhh, huh, yo

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

This here ain't the average shit, you to front
And automatic rounds will you
So knock it off, like Biggie Smalls
"Duke, you soft, why you wanna with the boss?"

Where should I start? Breakin MCs or charts?
It's Diablo, PMD, Mic Doc with the purple
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, gats and ammo

With more cheese than Lambeau, more heat than
Break down, dismantle, when I

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

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 you might get shot

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

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

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

Or tech nine chew through your waistline
I'm accurate, waste mine, spit on bassline
Run with the potential to be on Dateline
I don't fake mine, you blaze crazy I pace mine

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

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

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

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

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