Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Scale

It goes lights, camera, I'm on
One more time to kill 'em, my rap 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, fuck it, the cops
I be the invincible, in the school of knocks, I'm the principle
Fatman Joe you

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

the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on
Get my rhymin' on, EPMD shinin' on
Back to Biz, new address with the fat
My shit in the Wiz, poli'-in 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 we reach the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we rank no question
We top the Richter

Bust the techniques, E.D.
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, brown
Hell of a jab, of gab
I'm the elite, it underground like street level
I rock a Rolex watch with a diamond

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' heads daily, so and get the bozack

Off the meter, and everytime we the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull no question
We top the Richter

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 Scale

Yo Flush-in, all my cats be bustin'
you customers and those fake hustlers
Whassup? 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 live so I'm
Got girls to be hittin', more cars to be

We too many beats to make too many niggaz to break
No moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired on crews
corrupt Jakes
The Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme
More Dangerous Mind than, 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 that cease
I'm quick with the hands, plus accurate 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 everytime we the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull rank no
We top the Richter