Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Bozack

Aw yeah, vacation's over, sucker's still pickin' on a 4 clover
As I say mic
in effect
Snappin' necks and cashin' checks, as I flex 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 than the Gloria
I'm serious, you can say I'm
sayin in your mind, "Who is he?" because 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, shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven to hundred degrees and start bakin
Emcees like potatoes, beats kickin like
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 and ho, break to the limo
Money in the pocket, Albee's on the ammo
Crack the Olde Gold, as we and stroll
Don't play sucker, cause you was told
Your in the box in eighty-eight 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 but your tracks are wack
Not but fact black, believe that
Then put away your demo cause the is back
And get the bozack, E

As I sing and do my thing I sing
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 smack you back")
I correct with the context
And then and flex 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 ours
So get the bozack, P

Yo, to get funky and raw
Stompin' mud of posses (like who?) like Gigantor
Cause when we we come fully equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare
a detonator with no ticks I then trip or slip
Or maybe flip while my on the mix
lost a battle and if I did it was fixed
You must be sick of all on the diznick, a jim hat
Your shit ain't pumpin and your are wack
'Cause you're a nickel dime sucka, who with Tommy 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 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 broke so don't
No hopes folks, I quote for note
You float on the rhyme on I wrote (what?)
And does the Wild Thing, like my boy Loc
It's equipped with the kit bit the whole shit
Don't a nitfit, because my style legit
Brand new from the crew for you no
A trick from the master Wu Kung-Fu
Equipped with the and the time I need
Cock diesel like Rocky and Apollo
So get the bozack, P

Yo, mic checkin, checkin and checkin and
Scanned the crowd, then start
Either kill or be killed, in the of hip-hop
Cause if you're slow you blow you get mopped and dropped
If you snooze, you lose, here come the and boos
I pop a No-Doz, my lips and cruise
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 deep down inside, I shoulda 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
my assassination and come strapped
Playin and tough, but when I called 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