Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Scale

It lights, camera, action I'm on
One time to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling
I scream with the Boys, "What time is it?"
two o'clock, you gettin' knocked out the box

Then kicked off the block, Def Hit Squad
No we won't stop, fuck it, call the
I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks, I'm the
Fatman Joe you

As you the repercussions, comin' through 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, when we run through, what?

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

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

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

Bust the techniques, E.D.
Unreal GangStarr shit, Mass
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, chocolate
of a jab, gift 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, hotter than ever
With the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads
Lost mind and said, "Shit!" when we barged in

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

Off the meter, and we reach 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 of rap, we pull rank no question
We top the Scale

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

I scared of you motherfuckers, can't you tell?
lose to me when they groove to Maxwell
I got one life to so I'm livin'
Got girls to be hittin', more cars to be

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

So skedaddle-daddle, you get don't wanna battle-battle
Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, wild cattle
We flow beef so 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 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 Richter