Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter

It lights, camera, action I'm on
One more time to '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 stop, fuck it, call the cops
I be the invincible, in the of hard knocks, I'm the principle
Fatman Joe you

As you the repercussions, comin' through the blaze
Bust the crime scene, some drama
Niggaz duckin' when we through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two
MC's out to trap, when we run through, like what?

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

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

Bust the techniques, E.D.
GangStarr shit, Mass Appeal
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
Hell of a jab, of gab
I'm the elite, keep it underground like level
I rock a watch with a diamond bezel

Rap terror, EPMD, a new era
Off the Richter Scale, hotter than ever
With the Squadron, beg 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, the world tour
that, peep that E and P's back
Wreckin' daily, so chill and get the bozack

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

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 comparison to

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

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

So skedaddle-daddle, you get don't wanna battle-battle
Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild
We flow beef so that, let that shit cease
I'm quick the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece

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