Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Bozack

Aw yeah, over, sucker's still pickin' on a 4 leaf clover
As I say mic
in effect
Snappin' necks and cashin' large checks, as I flex then
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 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 bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay

While I'm makin and takin, emcees and flakin
my oven to three hundred degrees and start bakin
Emcees like potatoes, beats like Cato
philosophical 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 well know, I do a
Pick up the and ho, break to the limo
Money in the pocket, Albee's on the ammo
Crack the Olde Gold, as we roll and
Don't bold sucker, cause you was told
spot 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 speed or
Because your rhyme's mediocre but tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black, that
Then put away your cause 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, the course of the rap
P tap me on the back, throw the crowd a
to distract, til I'm intact
Get my hat, so I can mack
Groove to the rhythm of a funky
("Yo, you smack me and I'll 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
me and PMD we get ours regardless
So get the bozack, P

Yo, to get funky and raw
Stompin' mud holes of posses (like who?) Gigantor
Cause when we roll we fully equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare
Like a with no ticks I then trip or slip
Or maybe flip my DJ's on the mix
Never a battle and if I did it was fixed
You must be of all on the diznick, like a jim hat
Your ain't pumpin and your rhymes are wack
'Cause you're a nickel dime sucka, who hangs Tommy 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 an emcee, on the S-P-O-T
Leave without a or a C-L-U-E
So get the bozack, E

The MC Grand on the microphone
Terrorist, mafioso, a.k. E
I'm no joke on the stroke I broke so choke
No hopes folks, I quote for note
You float on the rhyme on I wrote (what?)
And does the Thing, like my boy Tone Loc
It's with the kit that bit the whole shit
Don't catch a nitfit, my style legit
Brand new 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, and checkin and checkin
the crowd, then start 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, here the oohs and boos
I pop a No-Doz, relax my and cruise
Past a pooh putt'n sucka all about schemein
Wax the P twice, you must be
Cause as you and groan, from the mouth you foam
Sayin deep inside, I shoulda left P alone
Cause it's a fact, black, when I'm loopin the track
To in the Danger Zone, because I'm back
In fact, Jack, before I launch my
Premeditate my assassination and strapped
Playin rough and tough, but 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