Luyện nghe bài hát Strictly Snappin' Necks

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

"I hear voices sayin that's Sermon"

Straight up, now, I'm on a mission
Front face the and face your competition
As I rock, you jock, and in
And fear, when the E is on the spot
(You the mic handle, Joker, Joker, Joker)
boy, you hit the jackpot
So chill as I my skill and rap talent
Smooth hardcore, no time for ballads
I'm not kickin the slow jams that's
But nah the hardcore, that the brothers act fool
the way I would want stuff lookin
The crowd yellin, and like Brooklyn 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 tried to diss, now it's to score
People, tripped and flipped, we splurged our gift
To get paid off what we made, and uplift
A new way to sway, or should I say
To keep the ladies screamin 'OW', the yellin 'ho'
Now hold the O, and me an intro
A and a snare, now the green light to go
I flex a on a rapper then proceed to wreck
By break this mic in half, then put him in the yolk and his neck
When five-oh roll, they say the M.O
Another rapper was hit, by Mister Slow
on my second return, I had to come correct
Takin but bodies, on the Unfinished Business tip
I the music, that makes a posse ill
In they Jeeps or playin ball, or to chill
Or maybe at the spot where you where it's hot
quarts 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 swayin to side with they hands in the air
A posse digs the music so want to roll
So troop through the venue, scopin everyone's gold
But whether you in New York, Detroit, L.A. or
Approach with caution, cause brothers pack
In coat pocketbooks, and even they jock
You on the wrong brother, and you bound to get

"I hear voices that's Erick Sermon"

Hurry hurry and right up
The best show on earth, yea word up
And the man on the cut
He who believe can get the (macadamia) NUTS
So homeboy, there's any static?
Do we have to joints and get dramatic?
Or can we cool and be old chaps
Or loose, pull out guns and bust caps?
Nah, I don't you want that
So I cool, and instead I bust
Like check one two, and you quit
And match a funky dope rhyme fits
I say a rhyme and the whole subject
And still flow, and freak the public
It be done, especially by a crab MC
Who came out the rehab
You must be mad, in fact, of rad
You not a criminal, you soft and I'm bad
Don't mean to brag, I'm just makin a
Some say I'm def, the old school say I'm the
Fencin, no half-steppin, up and down
I gets mine, so you should cool and 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 necks n checks