Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Bozack

Aw yeah, over, sucker's still pickin' on a 4 leaf clover
As I say mic
in effect
Snappin' necks and cashin' large checks, as I flex then
So E what's

Shazam, let me you who I am
The E-R-I-C-K,
Call me a lumberjack, or a midland
Doin to the world worse than the Hurricane Gloria
I'm serious, you can say I'm
You're sayin in your mind, "Who is he?" because you're
A rare rap style, not by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my stay mutual

While I'm makin and takin, shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven to three hundred degrees and start
like potatoes, beats kickin like Cato
Gettin philosophical like the Greek man (who?)
man Plato (who?) The Greek man Plato
But I'm the A.K.Ato flow, bro
As you all well know, I do a
Pick up the dough and ho, to the limo
in the pocket, Albee's hands on the ammo
Crack the Olde Gold, as we roll and
Don't bold sucker, cause you was told
Your spot in the box in was sold
So quit the singin come swingin cause of the beat I'm bringin
to wax EPMD, you be U.G.-in
On a heavy narcotic, such as speed or
Because your rhyme's mediocre but tracks are wack
Not fiction but black, believe that
Then put away demo cause the brother is back
And get the bozack, E

As I and do my thing I might sing
Jane, or the shabang
But if I snap, the course of the rap
P tap me on the back, the crowd a flap
Just to distract, til I'm
Get my hat, so I can mack
Groove to the rhythm of a track
("Yo, you smack me and I'll smack you back")
I come correct with the
And then next and flex and throw a hex on your whole
And then check for a second, yo, say
(R-E-S-P-E-C-T) Respect!
For me the E Double, or the rap goddess
Cause me and PMD we get regardless
So get the bozack, P

Yo, time to get and raw
Stompin' mud holes of posses (like who?) like
Cause we roll we come fully equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare
Like a detonator with no I then trip or slip
Or flip while my DJ's on the mix
Never lost a and if I did it was fixed
You must be of all on the diznick, like a jim hat
Your shit ain't pumpin and rhymes are wack
'Cause you're a nickel dime sucka, who with Tommy Tucker
Like KRS-One says, you a Part Time
Who O.T., to be like me
The Capital P, the M, I'm D
To an emcee, on the S-P-O-T
Leave a motive or a C-L-U-E
So get the bozack, E

The MC Grand on the microphone
Terrorist, mafioso, a.k. E
I'm no joke on the stroke I broke so choke
No folks, I quote note for note
You mind float on the rhyme on I (what?)
And does the Wild Thing, my boy Tone Loc
It's equipped with the kit bit the whole shit
Don't a nitfit, because my style legit
new from the crew for you no voodoo
A trick from the flicks master Wu
Equipped with the posse and the time I
diesel like Rocky and Apollo Creed
So get the bozack, P

Yo, mic checkin, checkin and checkin and
Scanned the crowd, then wreckin
kill or be killed, in the field of hip-hop
Cause if you're slow you blow you get mopped and dropped
If you snooze, you lose, come the oohs and boos
I pop a No-Doz, relax my and cruise
a pooh putt'n sucka whose all about schemein
Wax the P twice, you be dreamin
Cause as you moan and groan, from the you foam
Sayin deep down inside, I shoulda left P
Cause it's a fact, black, that I'm loopin the track
To lounge in the Zone, because I'm back
In fact, Jack, I launch my attack
Premeditate my assassination and strapped
Playin rough and tough, but when I called your
You tried to post on the doctor and got snuffed
So get the
Yo, get the
Yeah, get the

Get the bozack, get the
Get the
Get the bozack, get the
Get the

Yo, I don't