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 flex then
So E next?

Shazam, let me you who I am
The E-R-I-C-K,
Call me a lumberjack, or a warrior
damage to the world worse 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, emcees and flakin
Pre-heat my oven to three degrees and start bakin
Emcees potatoes, beats kickin like Cato
Gettin philosophical like the man Plato (who?)
Greek man (who?) The Greek 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 on the ammo
Crack the Olde Gold, as we roll and
Don't play bold sucker, cause you was
Your in the box in eighty-eight was sold
So quit the singin come swingin cause of the beat I'm bringin
to wax EPMD, you be U.G.-in
On a heavy narcotic, such as or crack
Because your rhyme's mediocre but your are wack
Not but fact black, believe that
Then put your demo cause the brother is back
And get the bozack, E

As I sing and do my I might sing
Jane, or the shabang
But if I snap, the course of the rap
P tap me on the back, throw the crowd a
to distract, til I'm intact
Get my hat, so I can mack
Groove to the rhythm of a funky
Like ("Yo, you smack me and I'll you back")
I correct with the context
And then next and and throw a hex on your whole complex
And then check for a second, yo, 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, time to get and raw
Stompin' mud of posses (like who?) like Gigantor
Cause when we roll we fully equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare
Like a with no ticks I then trip or slip
Or flip 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 pumpin and your rhymes are wack
'Cause you're a nickel sucka, who hangs with Tommy Tucker
Like KRS-One says, you a Part 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 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 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 legit
new from the crew for you no voodoo
A trick from the flicks Wu Kung-Fu
Equipped the posse and the time I need
Cock diesel like Rocky and Apollo
So get the bozack, P

Yo, mic checkin, and checkin and checkin
the crowd, then start wreckin
Either kill or be killed, in the field of
Cause if you're slow you blow you get popped mopped and
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 all about schemein
Wax the P twice, you be dreamin
Cause as you moan and groan, the mouth you foam
Sayin down inside, I shoulda left P alone
Cause a fact, black, that when I'm loopin the track
To lounge in the Zone, because I'm back
In fact, Jack, before I my attack
Premeditate my assassination and come
Playin rough and tough, but when I your bluff
You tried to post on the microphone doctor and got
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