Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Bozack

Aw yeah, vacation's over, sucker's still pickin' on a 4 leaf
As I say mic
EPMD's in
Snappin' necks and cashin' large checks, as I 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 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 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 degrees and start bakin
Emcees like potatoes, beats kickin like
Gettin philosophical like the Greek man (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
Pick up the dough and ho, break to the
Money in the pocket, hands on the ammo
Crack the Olde Gold, as we roll and
Don't play bold sucker, you was told
Your spot in the box in was sold
So quit the come swingin cause of the beat that I'm bringin
to wax EPMD, you be U.G.-in
On a heavy narcotic, such as speed or
your rhyme's mediocre but your tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black, that
Then put away your demo cause the is back
And get the bozack, E

As I sing and do my thing I sing
Jane, or the shabang
But if I snap, during the of the rap
P tap me on the back, throw the a flap
Just to distract, til I'm
Get my hat, so I can mack
Groove to the of a funky track
Like ("Yo, you smack me and smack you back")
I come correct the context
And then next and flex and throw a hex on your whole
And check 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 regardless
So get the bozack, P

Yo, to get funky and raw
Stompin' mud holes of posses (like who?) Gigantor
Cause when we roll we come equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and clips
Like a detonator with no I then trip or slip
Or maybe flip while my 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 pumpin and your rhymes are wack
'Cause you're a nickel dime sucka, who hangs with Tommy
Like KRS-One says, you a Time Sucka
Who O.T., to be like me
The Capital P, the M, I'm D
To slay an emcee, on the
without 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 hopes folks, I note for note
You float on the rhyme on I wrote (what?)
And does the Wild Thing, my boy Tone Loc
It's equipped with the kit that bit the shit
Don't a nitfit, because my style legit
new from the crew for you no voodoo
A trick from the master Wu Kung-Fu
Equipped the posse and the time I need
Cock like Rocky and Apollo Creed
So get the bozack, P

Yo, mic checkin, checkin and checkin and
Scanned the crowd, then wreckin
Either kill or be killed, in the field of
Cause if slow you blow you get popped mopped and dropped
If you snooze, you lose, here come the oohs and
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 moan and groan, from the mouth you
Sayin deep inside, I shoulda left P alone
Cause it's a fact, black, that I'm loopin the track
To lounge in the Danger Zone, because I'm
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 microphone 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