Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter

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

Then off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad
No we won't stop, 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' through the
Bust the crime scene, some drama
Niggaz duckin' we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two
Layin' out to trap, when we run through, like what?

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

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

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

the techniques, E.D. fantastic
Unreal shit, Mass 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 Rolex watch a diamond bezel

Rap terror, EPMD, a new era
Off the Scale, blowin' hotter than 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, plus the world
Believe that, peep E and P's back
heads daily, so chill and get the bozack

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

Yo Flush-in, all my cats be bustin'
Servin' you customers and those hustlers
Step to me, I smack you silly
I'm the Kid, but no comparison to

I ain't of you motherfuckers, can't you tell?
Girls lose to me when they groove to
I got one to live so I'm livin'
Got girls to be hittin', more cars to be

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

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

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 Scale

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