Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Bozack

Aw yeah, vacation's over, sucker's still pickin' on a 4 leaf
As I say mic
in effect
Snappin' 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,
me a lumberjack, or a midland warrior
Doin damage to the world than the Hurricane Gloria
I'm serious, you can say I'm
You're sayin in mind, "Who is he?" because you're curious
A rare rap style, not heard by the
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay

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

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

Yo, time to get and raw
Stompin' mud of posses (like who?) like Gigantor
Cause we roll we come fully equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare
Like a with no ticks I then trip or slip
Or maybe while my DJ's on the mix
Never lost a 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 your rhymes are
you're a nickel 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 a motive or a C-L-U-E
So get the bozack, E

The MC Grand Royal on the
Terrorist, mafioso, a.k. E
I'm no joke on the stroke I broke so choke
No hopes folks, I quote note for
You mind on the rhyme on I wrote (what?)
And the Wild Thing, like my boy Tone Loc
It's with the kit that bit the whole shit
catch a nitfit, because my style legit
Brand new the crew for you no voodoo
A trick from the flicks Wu Kung-Fu
Equipped with the posse and the time I
diesel like Rocky and Apollo Creed
So get the bozack, P

Yo, mic checkin, checkin and and checkin
Scanned the crowd, then wreckin
Either kill or be killed, in the field of
Cause if you're slow you you get popped mopped and dropped
If you snooze, you lose, here come the and boos
I pop a No-Doz, my lips and cruise
Past a pooh putt'n sucka whose all about
Wax the P twice, you be dreamin
Cause as you and groan, from the mouth you foam
Sayin deep down inside, I left P alone
Cause it's a fact, black, that when I'm the track
To lounge in the Danger Zone, because I'm
In fact, Jack, before I my attack
my assassination and come strapped
Playin and tough, but when I called your bluff
You tried to on the microphone 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