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 scream with the Boys, "What time is it?"
It's two o'clock, you knocked out the box

Then kicked off the block, Def 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 suffer the repercussions, comin' through the
Bust the scene, 'cause some drama
Niggaz duckin' when we through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two
Layin' MC's out to trap, when we run through, like

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

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 Richter

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

the techniques, E.D. fantastic
Unreal GangStarr shit, 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, keep it underground street level
I a Rolex watch with 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 mind and said, "Shit!" when we barged in

The door, rugged, keeps our shit raw
Make for the fans, plus the world tour
Believe that, peep 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 pull no question
We top the Scale

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

I scared 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 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 fired on crews
corrupt Jakes
The Black Viper, scream on MC's and cyphers
More Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer

So skedaddle-daddle, you get don't wanna battle-battle
Put one to your saddle, stompin' through, like wild cattle
We flow beef so dead that, let that cease
I'm with the hands, plus accurate with 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 rank no question
We top the Scale