Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Bozack

Aw yeah, vacation's over, sucker's 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 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 Hurricane
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 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 degrees and start bakin
Emcees like potatoes, beats kickin Cato
Gettin like the Greek man Plato (who?)
man Plato (who?) The Greek man Plato
But I'm the A.K.Ato flow, bro
As you all know, I do a show
up the dough and ho, break to the limo
Money in the pocket, Albee's on the ammo
Crack the Gold, as we roll and stroll
Don't play bold sucker, cause you was
Your 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, as speed or crack
Because your rhyme's but your tracks are wack
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 might
Jane, or the shabang
But if I snap, during the of the rap
P tap me on the back, throw the a flap
Just to distract, til I'm
Get my hat, so I can mack
Groove to the of a funky track
Like ("Yo, you smack me and smack you back")
I come with the context
And then next and flex and throw a hex on your complex
And check 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 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
lost a battle and if I did it was fixed
You be sick of all on the diznick, like a jim hat
Your shit ain't and your rhymes are wack
you're a nickel dime sucka, who hangs with Tommy Tucker
Like KRS-One says, you a Part 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 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 stroke I so don't choke
No hopes folks, I quote note for
You mind float on the rhyme on I (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 legit
Brand new from the crew for you no
A trick from the flicks Wu Kung-Fu
with the posse and the time I need
Cock like Rocky and Apollo Creed
So get the bozack, P

Yo, mic checkin, checkin and checkin and
Scanned the crowd, start wreckin
Either or be killed, in the field of hip-hop
Cause if you're slow you you get popped mopped and dropped
If you snooze, you lose, here the oohs and boos
I pop a No-Doz, relax my lips and
Past a pooh putt'n 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 left P alone
Cause it's a fact, black, when I'm loopin the track
To lounge in the Zone, because I'm back
In fact, Jack, I launch my attack
Premeditate my assassination and come
Playin and tough, but when I called your bluff
You to post 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