Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Scale

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

Then kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit
No we stop, fuck it, call the cops
I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks, I'm the
Fatman Joe you

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

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

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 Scale

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

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 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 rock a watch with a diamond bezel

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

The door, rugged, keeps our shit raw
hits for the fans, plus the world tour
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 of rap, we pull rank no question
We top the Richter

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

Yo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be
Servin' you customers and fake hustlers
Step 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 they groove to Maxwell
I got one life to so I'm livin'
Got girls to be hittin', cars to be drivin'

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

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

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

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