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 kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit
No we won't stop, fuck it, 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
the crime scene, 'cause some drama
Niggaz when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two
MC's out to trap, when we run through, like what?

Like the marathon, with the diamonds on
Get my rhymin' on, 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 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
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the of rap, we pull rank no question
We top the Scale

Bust the techniques, E.D.
Unreal shit, Mass Appeal
top dawg, I'm the one you call on
To get Sic'-Wid-It, E forget it

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

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

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

Off the meter, and everytime we 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 no question
We top the Scale

Yo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be
Servin' you customers and those hustlers
Whassup? Step to me, I smack you
I'm the Kid, but no to Billy

I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, can't you
lose to me when they groove to Maxwell
I got one to live so I'm livin'
Got girls to be hittin', more to be drivin'

We stripped too beats 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 than, Michelle Pfeiffer

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

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 everytime we the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull no question
We top the Richter