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' large checks, as I flex then
So E next?

Shazam, let me you who I am
The E-R-I-C-K,
Call me a lumberjack, or a warrior
Doin damage to the world worse than the 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 mutual

While I'm and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven to three degrees and start bakin
like potatoes, beats kickin like Cato
Gettin like the Greek man Plato (who?)
Greek man (who?) The Greek man Plato
But I'm the A.K.Ato flow, bro
As you all well know, I do a
Pick up the dough and ho, to the limo
Money in the pocket, hands on the ammo
Crack the Gold, as we roll and stroll
Don't play bold sucker, you was told
spot in the box in eighty-eight was sold
So quit the singin come 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 rhyme's but your tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black, believe
Then put away your demo cause the brother is
And get the bozack, E

As I sing and do my I might sing
Jane, or the shabang
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 hat, so I can mack
Groove to the rhythm of a funky
Like ("Yo, you smack me and smack you back")
I correct with the context
And then next and flex and 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
mud holes of posses (like who?) like Gigantor
Cause when we roll we come equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and clips
Like a detonator with no ticks I then trip or
Or maybe while my DJ's on the mix
Never lost a battle and if I did it was
You be sick of all on the diznick, like a jim hat
shit ain't pumpin and your rhymes are wack
'Cause you're a nickel sucka, who hangs with Tommy Tucker
Like KRS-One says, you a Time Sucka
Who O.T., to be like 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 Grand Royal on the
Terrorist, mafioso, a.k. E
I'm no joke on the 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 Thing, like my boy Tone Loc
equipped with the kit that bit the whole shit
Don't a nitfit, because my style legit
Brand new from the for you no voodoo
A trick from the master Wu Kung-Fu
with the posse and the time I need
Cock diesel like and Apollo Creed
So get the bozack, P

Yo, mic checkin, checkin and checkin and
the crowd, then start wreckin
Either kill or be killed, in the of hip-hop
Cause if you're slow you blow you get popped mopped and
If you snooze, you lose, here come the oohs and
I pop a No-Doz, my lips and cruise
Past a pooh putt'n sucka whose all schemein
Wax the P twice, you be dreamin
Cause as you moan and groan, the mouth you foam
Sayin deep inside, I shoulda left P alone
Cause it's a fact, black, that when I'm the track
To lounge in the Zone, because I'm back
In fact, Jack, before I my attack
Premeditate my and come strapped
Playin rough and tough, but when I 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 don't