Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Bozack

Aw yeah, vacation's over, still pickin' on a 4 leaf clover
As I say mic
EPMD's in
Snappin' necks and cashin' 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 than the Gloria
I'm serious, you can say I'm
You're sayin in your mind, "Who is he?" you're curious
A rare rap style, not heard by the
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers mutual

While I'm makin and takin, emcees and flakin
Pre-heat my oven to three hundred degrees and bakin
Emcees like potatoes, beats kickin like
Gettin like the Greek man Plato (who?)
Greek man Plato (who?) The man Plato
But I'm the A.K.Ato flow, bro
As you all know, I do a show
Pick up the dough and ho, to the limo
Money in the pocket, Albee's hands on the
Crack the Gold, as we roll and stroll
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, as speed or crack
Because your rhyme's mediocre but tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black, that
Then put away your cause the brother is back
And get the bozack, E

As I sing and do my thing I sing
Jane, or the whole
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 I'll you back")
I correct with 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
Cause me and PMD we get ours
So get the bozack, P

Yo, to get funky and raw
Stompin' mud of posses (like who?) like Gigantor
Cause when we we come fully equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare
Like a detonator with no ticks I 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
'Cause you're a nickel dime sucka, who with Tommy Tucker
Like says, you a Part Time Sucka
Who works O.T., to be me
The Capital P, the M, I'm D
To slay an emcee, on the
Leave without a 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 on the stroke I broke so don't choke
No hopes folks, I quote for note
You mind on the rhyme on I wrote (what?)
And does the Wild Thing, my boy Tone Loc
equipped with the kit that bit the whole shit
Don't catch a nitfit, because my legit
Brand new from the crew for you no
A trick the flicks master Wu Kung-Fu
Equipped with the posse and the I need
Cock diesel like Rocky and 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 popped and dropped
If you snooze, you lose, come the oohs and boos
I pop a No-Doz, relax my lips and
Past a pooh putt'n sucka whose all about
Wax the P twice, you be dreamin
Cause as you moan and groan, the mouth you foam
Sayin deep down inside, I shoulda P alone
Cause it's a fact, black, when I'm loopin the track
To lounge in the Danger Zone, because I'm
In fact, Jack, before I launch my
Premeditate my and come strapped
Playin rough and tough, but I called 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 don't