Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter

It goes lights, camera, I'm on
One more time to kill 'em, my rap is fulfilling
I with the Beastie Boys, "What time is it?"
It's two o'clock, you gettin' out the box

kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad
No we stop, fuck it, call the cops
I be the invincible, in the of hard knocks, I'm the principle
Joe you know

As you suffer the repercussions, comin' through the
Bust the scene, 'cause some drama
Niggaz duckin' when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the
Layin' MC's out to trap, when we run through, what?

Like the marathon, with the diamonds on
Get my rhymin' on, EPMD fuckin' on
to Biz, new address with the fat crib
My shit in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big

Off the meter, and everytime we the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we rank no question
We top the Scale

Off the meter, and we reach the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull no question
We top the Scale

the techniques, E.D. fantastic
Unreal GangStarr shit, Mass
top dawg, I'm the one you call on
To get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't it

I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate
of a jab, gift of gab
I'm the elite, keep it underground like level
I rock a Rolex watch with a diamond

Rap terror, EPMD, a new era
Off the Scale, blowin' hotter than ever
With the Squadron, beg pardon, got the heads noddin'
your mind and said, "Shit!" when we barged in

The front door, rugged, our shit raw
Make for the fans, plus the world tour
Believe that, peep E and P's back
Wreckin' heads daily, so chill and get the

Off the meter, and everytime we the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull no question
We top the Scale

Off the meter, and we reach the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the of rap, we pull rank no question
We top the Scale

Yo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be
Servin' you and those fake hustlers
Whassup? to me, I smack you silly
I'm the Kid, but no comparison to

I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, can't you
Girls to me when they groove to Maxwell
I got one to live so I'm livin'
Got to be hittin', more cars to be drivin'

We stripped too beats to make too many niggaz to break
No are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on crews
Like Jakes
The Black Viper, scream on and rhyme cyphers
More Dangerous Mind than, Michelle

So skedaddle-daddle, you get don't wanna battle-battle
Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild
We flow beef so dead that, let shit cease
I'm with the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece

Off the meter, and everytime we the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull no question
We top the Scale

Off the meter, and we reach the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the of rap, we pull rank no question
We top the Scale