Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Bozack

Aw yeah, vacation's over, sucker's still pickin' on a 4 leaf
As I say mic
in effect
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,
me a lumberjack, or a midland warrior
Doin to the world worse 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 by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers mutual

While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and
Pre-heat my to three hundred degrees and start bakin
Emcees like potatoes, kickin like Cato
Gettin philosophical like the man Plato (who?)
Greek man Plato (who?) The 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, break to the
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 singin come swingin cause of the beat I'm bringin
to wax EPMD, you be U.G.-in
On a heavy narcotic, as speed or crack
Because your rhyme's mediocre but your 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 I might sing
Jane, or the whole
But if I snap, the course of the rap
P tap me on the back, the crowd a flap
Just to distract, til I'm
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 come correct the context
And then next and flex and throw a hex on your whole
And then for a second, yo, then say
(R-E-S-P-E-C-T) Respect!
For me the E Double, or the emcee rap
Cause me and PMD we get ours
So get the bozack, P

Yo, to get funky and raw
Stompin' mud holes of posses (like who?) like
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 while my 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 rhymes are wack
'Cause you're a nickel dime sucka, who 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 an emcee, on the S-P-O-T
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 on the stroke I broke so don't choke
No hopes folks, I quote note for
You mind float on the rhyme on I (what?)
And the Wild Thing, like my boy Tone Loc
It's equipped the kit that bit the whole shit
Don't catch a nitfit, because my legit
new from the crew for you no voodoo
A trick the flicks master Wu Kung-Fu
with the posse and the time I need
Cock diesel Rocky and Apollo Creed
So get the bozack, P

Yo, mic checkin, checkin and and checkin
Scanned the crowd, then wreckin
Either kill or be killed, in the field of
if you're slow you blow you get popped mopped and dropped
If you snooze, you lose, here come the oohs and
I pop a No-Doz, my lips and cruise
Past a pooh putt'n whose all about schemein
Wax the P twice, you be dreamin
Cause as you moan and groan, from the mouth you
Sayin deep down inside, I shoulda P alone
Cause it's a fact, black, that I'm loopin the track
To lounge in the Danger Zone, I'm back
In fact, Jack, before I my attack
my assassination and come strapped
Playin rough and tough, but when I called your
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