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 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 midland
Doin damage to the world than 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 heard by the
You bite you get damaged, so my stay mutual

While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and
Pre-heat my oven to three hundred degrees and start
Emcees like potatoes, beats like Cato
Gettin philosophical like the Greek man (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 bold sucker, you was told
Your spot in the box in 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, as speed or crack
Because your mediocre but your tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black, believe
Then put away 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 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 check for a second, yo, say
(R-E-S-P-E-C-T) Respect!
For me the E Double, or the emcee rap
Cause me and PMD we get regardless
So get the bozack, P

Yo, time to get and raw
Stompin' mud holes of posses (like who?) like
Cause we roll we come fully equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare
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 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 choke
No folks, I quote note for note
You mind float on the on I wrote (what?)
And does the Wild Thing, like my boy Loc
equipped with 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 the flicks master Wu Kung-Fu
Equipped the posse and the time I need
Cock diesel like 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 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 about
Wax the P twice, you must be
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 lounge in the Zone, because I'm back
In fact, Jack, before I launch my
Premeditate my and come strapped
Playin rough and tough, but when I called your
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 don't