Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Bozack

Aw yeah, vacation's over, sucker's still on a 4 leaf clover
As I say mic
EPMD's in
necks 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,
Call me a lumberjack, or a warrior
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 by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my stay mutual

While I'm makin and takin, shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven to three hundred degrees and start
Emcees potatoes, beats kickin like Cato
Gettin philosophical like the Greek man (who?)
man Plato (who?) The Greek man Plato
But I'm the A.K.Ato flow, bro
As you all know, I do a show
up the dough and ho, break to the limo
Money in the pocket, Albee's hands on the
Crack the Olde Gold, as we and stroll
Don't bold sucker, cause you was told
Your spot in the box in eighty-eight was
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 speed or
Because your rhyme's mediocre but your are wack
Not but fact black, believe that
Then put away your 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 a flap
to distract, til I'm intact
Get my Fisherman hat, so I can
Groove to the rhythm of a track
Like ("Yo, you smack me and smack you back")
I correct with the context
And then and flex and throw a hex on your whole 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, to get funky and raw
Stompin' mud holes of (like who?) like Gigantor
Cause when we roll we come fully
Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare
Like a detonator with no ticks I trip or slip
Or flip while my DJ's on the mix
Never a battle and if I did it was fixed
You must be sick of all on the diznick, a jim hat
Your shit ain't pumpin and your are wack
'Cause a nickel dime sucka, who hangs with Tommy Tucker
KRS-One says, you a Part Time Sucka
Who O.T., to be like 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 Royal on the microphone
Terrorist, mafioso, a.k. E
I'm no joke on the stroke I broke so don't
No folks, I quote note for note
You mind float on the rhyme on I (what?)
And does the Wild Thing, like my boy Loc
It's equipped with the kit that bit the whole
catch a nitfit, because my style legit
Brand new from the for you no voodoo
A trick from the flicks Wu Kung-Fu
Equipped the posse and the time I need
diesel like Rocky and Apollo Creed
So get the bozack, P

Yo, mic checkin, checkin and checkin and
Scanned the crowd, start wreckin
kill 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 the oohs and boos
I pop a No-Doz, relax my and cruise
Past a putt'n sucka whose all about schemein
Wax the P twice, you must be
Cause as you moan and groan, the mouth you foam
Sayin deep down inside, I shoulda left P
Cause 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
Premeditate my assassination and come
Playin rough and tough, but when I called your
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