Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Bozack

Aw yeah, vacation's over, sucker's still on a 4 leaf clover
As I say mic
in effect
Snappin' necks and cashin' large checks, as I then wreck
So E next?

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 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 hundred degrees and start bakin
Emcees potatoes, beats kickin like Cato
philosophical 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, break to the
Money in the pocket, Albee's on the ammo
the Olde Gold, as we roll and stroll
Don't play sucker, cause you was told
Your spot in the box in was sold
So quit the come 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 rhyme's mediocre but tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black, that
Then put away demo cause the brother is back
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
Just to distract, til I'm
Get my Fisherman hat, so I can
to the rhythm of a funky track
Like ("Yo, you smack me and smack you back")
I come with the context
And next 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, time to get and raw
Stompin' mud holes of posses (like who?) like
when we roll we come fully equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare
Like a detonator with no ticks I then trip or
Or flip while my DJ's on the mix
lost a battle 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 a nickel dime 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 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 joke on the stroke I broke so choke
No hopes folks, I quote for note
You float on the rhyme on I wrote (what?)
And the Wild Thing, like my boy Tone Loc
equipped with the kit that bit the whole shit
Don't a nitfit, because my style legit
new from the crew for you no voodoo
A trick from the flicks Wu Kung-Fu
Equipped with the posse and the time I
Cock like Rocky and Apollo Creed
So get the bozack, P

Yo, mic checkin, checkin and and checkin
Scanned the crowd, start wreckin
kill or be killed, in the field of hip-hop
Cause if slow you blow you get popped mopped and dropped
If you snooze, you lose, come the oohs and boos
I pop a No-Doz, my lips and cruise
Past a pooh putt'n sucka whose all schemein
Wax the P twice, you be dreamin
Cause as you and groan, from the mouth you foam
Sayin deep inside, I shoulda left P alone
Cause a fact, black, that when I'm loopin the track
To lounge in the Danger Zone, because I'm
In fact, Jack, before I my attack
Premeditate my and come strapped
Playin rough and tough, but when I called your
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