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 is fulfilling
I scream the Beastie Boys, "What time is it?"
It's two o'clock, you gettin' out the box

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

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

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

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

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 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
of a jab, gift of gab
I'm the elite, keep it underground street level
I rock a watch with a diamond bezel

Rap terror, EPMD, a new era
Off the Scale, blowin' hotter than ever
With the Squadron, beg pardon, got the heads noddin'
Lost your mind and said, "Shit!" when we 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' daily, so chill and get the bozack

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

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

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

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

We stripped too many beats to make too many niggaz to
No moves are fake, no shots fired blastin' on crews
Like corrupt
The Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme cyphers
More Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer

So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna
Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild
We flow beef so dead that, let that shit
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 everytime we the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we rank no question
We top the Richter