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' 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 worse than the Hurricane Gloria
I'm serious, you can say I'm
sayin in your mind, "Who is he?" because you're curious
A rare rap style, not by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers mutual

I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven to three hundred degrees and bakin
Emcees like potatoes, kickin like Cato
Gettin philosophical like the 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
Money in the pocket, Albee's hands on the
the Olde Gold, as we roll and stroll
Don't play bold sucker, you was told
Your in the box in eighty-eight was sold
So quit the singin swingin cause 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 mediocre but your tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black, that
put away your demo cause the brother is back
And get the bozack, E

As I sing and do my thing I might
Jane, or the shabang
But if I snap, during the of the rap
P tap me on the back, the crowd a flap
Just to distract, til I'm
Get my Fisherman hat, so I can
Groove to the rhythm of a funky
Like ("Yo, you me and I'll smack you back")
I come correct the context
And then next and flex and throw a hex on your 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 holes of posses (like who?) like
Cause when we we come fully equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare
Like a detonator 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 must be of all on the diznick, like a jim hat
Your shit ain't pumpin and your rhymes are
'Cause you're a dime sucka, who hangs with Tommy Tucker
KRS-One says, you a Part Time Sucka
Who O.T., to be like me
The P, the M, I'm like 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 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 note for note
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
Don't catch a nitfit, because my style
Brand new from the for you no voodoo
A trick from the flicks master Wu
with the posse 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 wreckin
Either 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, here come the and boos
I pop a No-Doz, my lips and cruise
Past a pooh putt'n sucka all about schemein
Wax the P twice, you be dreamin
as you moan and groan, from the mouth you foam
Sayin deep down inside, I shoulda P alone
it's a fact, black, that when I'm loopin the track
To in the Danger Zone, because I'm back
In fact, Jack, before I launch my
Premeditate my assassination and strapped
Playin and tough, but when I called your bluff
You to post 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