Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Bozack

Aw yeah, vacation's over, sucker's still pickin' on a 4 clover
As I say mic
EPMD's in
necks 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,
me a lumberjack, or a midland 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 curious
A rare rap style, not heard by the
You bite you get damaged, so my stay mutual

While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and
my oven to three hundred degrees and start bakin
Emcees like potatoes, kickin like Cato
Gettin philosophical 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 and ho, break to the limo
Money in the pocket, Albee's hands on the
Crack the Gold, as we roll and stroll
Don't play sucker, cause 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, such as speed or
Because your rhyme's 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 sing and do my I might sing
Jane, or the shabang
But if I snap, the course 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 of a funky track
Like ("Yo, you me and I'll smack you back")
I come with the context
And then next and flex and throw a hex on your 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
me and PMD we get ours regardless
So get the bozack, P

Yo, to get funky and raw
Stompin' mud holes of (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 maybe flip my DJ's on the mix
Never lost a 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 hangs with Tucker
Like KRS-One says, you a Time Sucka
Who works O.T., to be me
The P, the M, I'm like 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 choke
No hopes folks, I quote note for
You mind float on the on I wrote (what?)
And does the Thing, like my boy Tone Loc
It's equipped the kit that bit the whole shit
Don't catch a nitfit, because my style
new from the crew for you no voodoo
A trick from the flicks Wu Kung-Fu
Equipped with the posse and the I need
Cock like Rocky and Apollo Creed
So get the bozack, P

Yo, mic checkin, checkin and and checkin
Scanned the crowd, then 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, come the oohs and boos
I pop a No-Doz, relax my and cruise
Past a putt'n sucka whose all about schemein
Wax the P twice, you be dreamin
Cause as you moan and groan, from the 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 Danger Zone, I'm back
In fact, Jack, I launch my attack
Premeditate my assassination and come
Playin rough and tough, but when I your bluff
You tried to post on the 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