Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter

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

As you the repercussions, comin' through the blaze
the crime 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, what?

the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on
Get my rhymin' on, fuckin' shinin' on
Back to Biz, new address the fat crib
My shit in the Wiz, with the big wigs

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 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 Scale

the techniques, E.D. fantastic
Unreal GangStarr shit, Mass
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 street
I rock a Rolex watch a diamond bezel

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

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

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

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

I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, you tell?
Girls lose to me when they groove to
I got one life to so I'm livin'
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 blastin' on
Like Jakes
The Black Viper, scream on MC's and cyphers
More Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer

So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't battle-battle
Put one to your rhyme saddle, through, like wild cattle
We flow so dead that, let that shit cease
I'm quick with the hands, plus 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 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