Luyện nghe bài hát Strictly Snappin' Necks

Just when you thought it was to make records
The rap duo is back, time to start wreckin
E swingin high, I'm swingin low
Washin down, with some H20
As I go blow to blow, toe to toe, flow for
(Any has PMD?) no!
I'm blowin off course, like the S.S. Minnow
That's not your sonny, so please let go my Eggo

"I voices sayin that's Erick Sermon"

Straight up, right now, I'm on a
Front face the and face your competition
As I rock, you jock, and in
And have fear, the E is on the spot
(You the mic handle, Joker, Joker, Joker)
boy, you hit the jackpot
So chill as I flex my skill and rap
Smooth hardcore, no time for love
I'm not kickin the slow jams cool
But nah the hardcore, that the brothers act fool
That's the way I would want stuff
The crowd yellin, and buckwhylin like boy

"EPMD is in town"
No at all boy
"Strictly necks!"
"EPMD is in town"
No at all boy
"Strictly necks!"

Welcome, and all
Crab to diss, now it's time to score
People, tripped and flipped, we splurged our gift
To get paid off what we made, and also
A new way to sway, or I say flow
To keep the ladies screamin 'OW', the brothers yellin
Now hold the O, and give me an
A kick and a snare, now the light to go
I a rhyme on a rapper then proceed to wreck
By this mic in half, then put him in the yolk and snap his neck
When five-oh roll, they say the M.O
Another rapper was hit, by Mister Flow
Cause on my return, I had to come correct
Takin nuttin but bodies, on the Unfinished tip
I make the music, makes a posse ill
In they Jeeps or playin ball, or ready to
Or at the spot where you hang where it's hot
Drinkin of Old Gold, in the parkin lot
But at a concert where the place is packed
Brothers yellin 'ho', on the bozack
The boomin, smoke everywhere
People side to side with they hands in the air
A posse digs the music so want to roll
So they troop through the venue, scopin gold
But whether you in New York, Detroit, L.A. or
Approach with caution, brothers pack jammies
In they pocketbooks, and even they jock
You on the wrong brother, and you to get popped

"I hear voices sayin that's Sermon"

Hurry hurry and step up
The best show on earth, EPMD yea up
And the man on the cut
He who believe can get the (macadamia) NUTS
So whassup homeboy, there's any
Do we to draw joints and get dramatic?
Or can we cool and be jolly old
Or break loose, pull out guns and bust
Nah, I think you want that
So I cool, and instead I bust
check one two, and you don't quit
And match a funky dope rhyme fits
I say a and change the whole subject
And still flow, and the whole public
It can't be done, by a crab MC
Who out the crack rehab
You be mad, in fact, kind of rad
You not a criminal, you soft and I'm bad
mean to brag, I'm just makin a point
Some say I'm def, the old school say I'm the
Fencin, no half-steppin, straight up and
I mine, so you should cool and lounge when

"EPMD is in town"
No at all boy
"Strictly necks!"
"EPMD is in town"
No at all boy
"Strictly necks!"

SCSU!
EPMD's in
Snappin n cashin checks