Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Bozack

Aw yeah, vacation's over, still pickin' on a 4 leaf clover
As I say mic
EPMD's in
Snappin' and cashin' large checks, as I flex 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 than the Hurricane Gloria
I'm serious, you can say I'm
sayin in your mind, "Who is he?" because you're curious
A rap style, not heard 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 hundred degrees and start bakin
Emcees like potatoes, beats kickin Cato
Gettin like the Greek man Plato (who?)
Greek man Plato (who?) The Greek man
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 Gold, as we roll and stroll
Don't play bold sucker, cause you was
Your spot in the box in was sold
So quit the singin 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
your rhyme's mediocre but your tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black, believe
Then put your 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 a flap
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 smack you back")
I correct with 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 rap goddess
me and PMD we get ours regardless
So get the bozack, P

Yo, time to get and raw
mud holes of posses (like who?) like Gigantor
Cause we roll we come fully equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and clips
a detonator with no ticks I then trip or slip
Or flip while my DJ's on the mix
Never 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 rhymes are
you're a nickel dime sucka, who hangs 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 Grand Royal on the
Terrorist, mafioso, a.k. E
I'm no joke on the stroke I so don't choke
No hopes folks, I note for note
You mind on the rhyme on I wrote (what?)
And does the Wild Thing, like my boy Loc
It's equipped the kit that bit the whole shit
Don't catch a nitfit, because my style
Brand new the crew for you no voodoo
A trick from the master Wu Kung-Fu
Equipped the posse and the time I need
Cock like Rocky and Apollo Creed
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 you blow you get popped mopped and dropped
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 whose all schemein
Wax the P twice, you be dreamin
Cause as you moan and groan, from the you foam
Sayin deep inside, I shoulda left P alone
Cause it's a fact, black, that I'm loopin the track
To in the Danger Zone, because I'm back
In fact, Jack, before I launch my
Premeditate my and come strapped
Playin and tough, but when I called your bluff
You tried to post on the microphone 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 don't