Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Scale

It lights, camera, action I'm on
One more time to 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling
I scream with the 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, fuck it, call the
I be the invincible, in the of hard knocks, I'm the principle
Joe you know

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

Like the marathon, flooded the diamonds on
Get my rhymin' on, fuckin' shinin' on
Back to Biz, new address with the fat
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 pull rank no
We top the Scale

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

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 don't it

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

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

The front door, rugged, our shit raw
Make hits for the fans, plus the world
Believe that, that E and P's back
Wreckin' 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 Scale

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 Scale

Yo Royal Flush-in, all my be bustin'
Servin' you customers and those 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 to live so I'm livin'
Got girls to be hittin', more cars to be

We stripped too many to make too many niggaz to break
No moves are fake, no shots fired blastin' on crews
Like Jakes
The Black Viper, on MC's and rhyme cyphers
More Dangerous Mind than, Pfeiffer

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