Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Bozack

Aw yeah, vacation's over, still pickin' on a 4 leaf clover
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 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 you're
A rare rap style, not heard by the
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay

I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven to three hundred degrees and start
Emcees like potatoes, kickin like Cato
philosophical like the Greek man Plato (who?)
Greek man (who?) The Greek man Plato
But I'm the A.K.Ato flow, bro
As you all well know, I do a
Pick up the dough and ho, break to the
in the pocket, Albee's hands on the ammo
Crack the Gold, as we roll and stroll
Don't bold sucker, cause you was told
Your 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, such as speed or
Because your rhyme's mediocre but tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black, believe
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 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 rhythm of a funky
Like ("Yo, you smack me and I'll you back")
I come correct the context
And then next and flex and throw a hex on your whole
And then check for a second, yo, say
(R-E-S-P-E-C-T) Respect!
For me the E Double, or the emcee rap
me and PMD we get ours regardless
So get the bozack, P

Yo, to get funky and raw
Stompin' mud holes of posses (like who?) like
when we roll we come fully equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and clips
Like a detonator with no I then trip or slip
Or maybe flip while my on the mix
lost a battle and if I did it was fixed
You be sick of all on the diznick, like a jim hat
Your shit ain't pumpin and your are wack
'Cause you're a nickel dime sucka, who hangs with Tucker
Like says, you a Part Time Sucka
Who O.T., to be like me
The P, the M, I'm like D
To slay an emcee, on the
Leave without a motive or a
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 folks, I quote note for note
You float on the rhyme on I wrote (what?)
And does the Thing, like my boy Tone Loc
It's with the kit that bit the whole shit
Don't catch a nitfit, my style legit
Brand new from the crew for you no
A trick from the flicks master Wu
Equipped with the and the time I need
Cock diesel like Rocky and Creed
So get the bozack, P

Yo, mic checkin, checkin and checkin and
Scanned the crowd, start wreckin
Either or be killed, in the field of hip-hop
Cause if you're slow you blow you get popped and dropped
If you snooze, you lose, here come the and boos
I pop a No-Doz, relax my and cruise
Past a pooh putt'n sucka whose all about
Wax the P twice, you must be
as you moan and groan, from the mouth you foam
Sayin deep down inside, I shoulda left P
Cause it's a fact, black, that when I'm the track
To lounge in the Danger Zone, because I'm
In fact, Jack, before I launch my
Premeditate my assassination and come
Playin rough and tough, but I called your bluff
You tried to 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