Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter

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

Then 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
the crime scene, 'cause some drama
Niggaz duckin' when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the
Layin' out to trap, when we run through, like what?

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

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

the techniques, E.D. fantastic
Unreal GangStarr shit, Appeal
Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you on
To get Sic'-Wid-It, E forget it

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

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

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

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 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'
Servin' you customers and those hustlers
Whassup? Step to me, I smack you
I'm the Kid, but no comparison to

I scared of you motherfuckers, can't you tell?
Girls lose to me when 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 beats to make too niggaz to break
No moves are fake, no warnin' shots blastin' on crews
corrupt Jakes
The Black Viper, scream on MC's and cyphers
More Dangerous Mind than, Michelle

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

Off the meter, and everytime we the
Tip-top and ya 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 pull no question
We top the Richter