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

While I'm and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven to hundred degrees and start bakin
Emcees like potatoes, beats 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
Pick up the dough and ho, to the limo
Money in the pocket, Albee's on the ammo
Crack the Olde Gold, as we roll and
Don't play sucker, cause you was told
spot 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 your mediocre but your tracks are wack
Not fiction but black, believe that
Then put away your demo cause the brother is
And get the bozack, E

As I and do my thing I might sing
Jane, or the whole
But if I snap, during the of the rap
P tap me on the back, throw the crowd a
to distract, til I'm intact
Get my Fisherman hat, so I can
Groove to the of a funky track
("Yo, you smack me and I'll smack you back")
I come correct the context
And then next and flex and throw a hex on your whole
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 regardless
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 clips
Like a detonator with no ticks I trip or slip
Or maybe flip while my 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 pumpin and your rhymes are wack
you're a nickel dime sucka, who hangs 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 an emcee, on the S-P-O-T
Leave 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 on the stroke I broke so don't choke
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
It's with the kit that bit the whole shit
catch a nitfit, because my style legit
Brand new from the crew for you no
A trick from the flicks master Wu
Equipped the posse and the time I need
Cock like Rocky and Apollo Creed
So get the bozack, P

Yo, mic checkin, and checkin and checkin
the crowd, then start wreckin
Either kill or be killed, in the 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, relax my lips and
Past a pooh sucka whose all about schemein
Wax the P twice, you must be
Cause as you and groan, from the mouth you foam
Sayin deep down inside, I left P alone
it's a fact, black, that when I'm loopin the track
To lounge in the Danger Zone, I'm back
In fact, Jack, before I launch my
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