Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter

It goes lights, camera, I'm on
One time 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

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

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

Like the marathon, flooded the diamonds on
Get my on, EPMD fuckin' 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 rank no question
We top the Scale

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

the techniques, E.D. fantastic
Unreal shit, Mass 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, chocolate
of a jab, gift 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 than
With the Squadron, beg pardon, got the heads noddin'
your mind and said, "Shit!" when we barged in

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

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 of rap, we pull rank no question
We top the Richter

Yo Royal Flush-in, all my be bustin'
Servin' you customers and those fake
Step to me, I smack 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 to Maxwell
I got one life to so I'm livin'
Got girls to be hittin', cars to be drivin'

We stripped too many beats to make too many niggaz to
No moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired on crews
Like Jakes
The Black Viper, scream on 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 cattle
We flow beef so dead that, let shit cease
I'm quick with the hands, plus with the two-piece

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

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