Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Scale

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

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

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

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

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

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 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, brown
Hell of a jab, of gab
I'm the elite, keep it underground like street
I rock a Rolex with a diamond bezel

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

The front door, rugged, our shit raw
Make hits for the fans, the world tour
Believe that, that E and P's back
heads 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 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 pull no question
We top the Richter

Yo Royal Flush-in, all my be bustin'
Servin' you customers and fake hustlers
Whassup? Step to me, I 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 groove to Maxwell
I got one life to so I'm livin'
Got to be hittin', more cars to be drivin'

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

So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled wanna battle-battle
Put one to your rhyme saddle, through, like wild cattle
We flow beef so dead that, let that shit
I'm with the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece

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

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 Scale