Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Bozack

Aw yeah, vacation's over, sucker's still on a 4 leaf clover
As I say mic
EPMD's in
necks and cashin' large checks, as I flex then wreck
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 damage to the world worse the Hurricane Gloria
I'm serious, you can say I'm
You're sayin in your mind, "Who is he?" because curious
A rare rap style, not heard by the
You you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual

While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and
Pre-heat my oven to three degrees and start bakin
Emcees like potatoes, kickin like Cato
Gettin philosophical the Greek man Plato (who?)
Greek man Plato (who?) The Greek man
But I'm the A.K.Ato flow, bro
As you all know, I do a show
up the dough and ho, break to the limo
Money in the pocket, hands on the ammo
Crack the Olde Gold, as we and stroll
Don't play bold sucker, you was told
Your in the box in eighty-eight was sold
So quit the singin come swingin cause of the that I'm bringin
to wax EPMD, you be U.G.-in
On a heavy narcotic, as speed or crack
Because rhyme's mediocre but your tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black, believe
put away your 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, during the of the rap
P tap me on the back, the crowd a flap
to distract, til I'm intact
Get my Fisherman hat, so I can
Groove to the rhythm of a funky
("Yo, you smack me and I'll smack you back")
I come correct the context
And then next and flex and a hex on your whole complex
And check for a second, yo, then say
(R-E-S-P-E-C-T) Respect!
For me the E Double, or the emcee rap
me and PMD we get ours regardless
So get the bozack, P

Yo, to get funky and raw
Stompin' mud holes of (like who?) like Gigantor
Cause when we roll we come equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and clips
Like a detonator no ticks I then trip or slip
Or maybe flip my DJ's on the mix
Never a battle and if I did it was fixed
You be sick of all on the diznick, like a jim hat
Your shit ain't pumpin and rhymes are wack
'Cause you're a dime sucka, who hangs with Tommy Tucker
Like KRS-One says, you a Time Sucka
Who O.T., to be like me
The P, the M, I'm like D
To slay an emcee, on the
Leave without a motive or a
So get the bozack, E

The MC Royal on the microphone
Terrorist, mafioso, a.k. E
I'm no joke on the stroke I broke so don't
No hopes folks, I quote note for
You mind float on the rhyme on I (what?)
And does the Wild Thing, my boy Tone Loc
equipped with the kit that bit the whole shit
Don't catch a nitfit, my style legit
Brand new from the crew for you no
A trick the flicks master Wu Kung-Fu
Equipped with the and the time I need
Cock diesel like and Apollo Creed
So get the bozack, P

Yo, mic checkin, checkin and and checkin
Scanned the crowd, then start
kill or be killed, in the field of hip-hop
Cause if you're slow you blow you get popped and dropped
If you snooze, you lose, here the oohs and boos
I pop a No-Doz, relax my and cruise
Past a pooh putt'n sucka whose all schemein
Wax the P twice, you must be
Cause as you moan and groan, from the you foam
Sayin deep down inside, I left P alone
Cause it's a fact, black, that when I'm the track
To in the Danger Zone, because I'm back
In fact, Jack, I launch my attack
my assassination and come strapped
Playin rough and tough, but when I your bluff
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 play