Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Scale

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

Then kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit
No we won't stop, it, call the cops
I be the invincible, in the of hard knocks, I'm the principle
Fatman Joe you

As you the repercussions, comin' through the blaze
Bust the crime scene, 'cause some
duckin' when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two
Layin' out to trap, when we run through, like what?

the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on
Get my on, EPMD fuckin' shinin' on
Back to Biz, new address with the fat
My shit in the Wiz, with the big wigs

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 Richter

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

the techniques, E.D. fantastic
Unreal GangStarr shit, Appeal
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
Hell of a jab, of gab
I'm the elite, it underground like street level
I a Rolex watch with a diamond bezel

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

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

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

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

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

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

We stripped too many to make too many niggaz to break
No are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on crews
corrupt Jakes
The Black Viper, scream on MC's and cyphers
Dangerous Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer

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

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

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