Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Bozack

Aw yeah, over, sucker's still pickin' on a 4 leaf clover
As I say mic
EPMD's in
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,
me a lumberjack, or a midland warrior
Doin damage to the world than the Hurricane Gloria
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 by the usual
You you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual

While I'm makin and takin, emcees and flakin
Pre-heat my oven to three hundred degrees and start
Emcees like potatoes, kickin like Cato
Gettin philosophical the Greek man Plato (who?)
Greek man (who?) The Greek 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, to the limo
Money in the pocket, Albee's on the ammo
the Olde Gold, as we roll and stroll
Don't play bold sucker, you was told
Your spot in the box in eighty-eight was
So quit the singin come swingin of the beat that I'm bringin
to wax EPMD, you be U.G.-in
On a heavy narcotic, as speed or crack
Because your rhyme's mediocre but your tracks are
Not but fact black, believe that
Then put away your demo the brother is back
And get the bozack, E

As I sing and do my thing I 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
Groove to the rhythm of a track
("Yo, you smack me and I'll smack you back")
I come with the context
And then next and flex and throw a hex on 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 of posses (like who?) like Gigantor
Cause when we we come fully equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare
Like a detonator no ticks I then trip or slip
Or maybe 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
shit ain't pumpin and your rhymes are wack
'Cause you're a nickel dime sucka, who hangs with Tommy
Like KRS-One says, you a Part Sucka
Who O.T., to be like me
The Capital P, the M, I'm D
To slay an emcee, on the
without 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 on the stroke I broke so don't choke
No hopes folks, I quote for note
You float on the rhyme on I wrote (what?)
And does the Wild Thing, my boy Tone Loc
It's equipped with the kit that bit the shit
Don't catch a nitfit, because my style
Brand new from the for you no voodoo
A trick the flicks master Wu Kung-Fu
Equipped the posse and the time I need
diesel like Rocky and Apollo Creed
So get the bozack, P

Yo, mic checkin, checkin and checkin and
Scanned the crowd, then start
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, come the oohs and boos
I pop a No-Doz, relax my lips and
Past a pooh putt'n sucka all about schemein
Wax the P twice, you be dreamin
as you moan and groan, from the mouth you foam
Sayin deep down inside, I shoulda P alone
Cause it's a fact, black, that I'm loopin the track
To lounge in the Danger Zone, I'm back
In fact, Jack, before I my attack
Premeditate my and come strapped
Playin and tough, but when 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