Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Bozack

Aw yeah, vacation's over, sucker's pickin' on a 4 leaf clover
As I say mic
EPMD's in
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 midland
Doin damage to the world worse the Hurricane Gloria
I'm serious, you can say I'm
You're sayin in mind, "Who is he?" because you're curious
A rare rap style, not by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers mutual

While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and
Pre-heat my oven to three degrees and start bakin
Emcees like potatoes, beats 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
in the pocket, Albee's hands on the ammo
Crack the Olde Gold, as we roll and
play bold sucker, cause you was told
Your in the box in eighty-eight was sold
So the singin come swingin cause 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 but your tracks 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 thing I might
Jane, or the whole
But if I snap, the course 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 I'll you back")
I correct with the context
And then next and flex and 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 emcee rap
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?) Gigantor
Cause when we roll we fully equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare
Like a detonator with no ticks I trip or slip
Or maybe flip while my 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 dime sucka, who 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 slay an emcee, on the
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 hopes folks, I note for note
You mind float on the on I wrote (what?)
And the Wild Thing, like 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 for you no voodoo
A trick the flicks master Wu Kung-Fu
Equipped with the and the time I need
Cock like Rocky and Apollo 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 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 whose all about schemein
Wax the P twice, you must be
Cause as you moan and groan, the mouth you foam
deep down 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 assassination and strapped
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 don't