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 Double high, I'm swingin low
wannabees 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 rhyme sonny, so please let go my Eggo

"I hear voices sayin that's Sermon"

Straight up, right now, I'm on a
Front face the center and your competition
As I rock, you jock, and in
And have fear, when the E is on the
(You the mic handle, Joker, Joker, Joker)
Yeah boy, you hit the
So as I flex my skill and rap talent
Smooth hardcore, no time for ballads
I'm not kickin the slow that's cool
But nah the hardcore, that make the act fool
That's the way I would want lookin
The yellin, and buckwhylin 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
tried to diss, now it's time to score
People, tripped and flipped, when we splurged our
To get paid off what we made, and also
A new way to sway, or should I say
To the ladies screamin 'OW', the brothers yellin 'ho'
Now the O, and give me an intro
A kick and a snare, now the light to go
I a rhyme on a rapper then proceed to wreck
By break this mic in half, put him in the yolk and snap his neck
When roll, they say what's the M.O
Another was hit, by Mister Slow Flow
Cause on my return, I had to come correct
nuttin but bodies, on the Unfinished Business tip
I make the music, that makes a ill
In they Jeeps or playin ball, or to chill
Or maybe at the spot where you hang where hot
Drinkin of Old Gold, in the parkin lot
But mainly at a where the place is packed
yellin 'ho', girlies on the bozack
The system boomin, everywhere
People swayin side to side with hands in the air
A posse digs the music so want to roll
So they troop through the venue, scopin everyone's
But whether you in New York, Detroit, L.A. or
Approach with caution, cause brothers pack
In they coat pocketbooks, and even jock
You on the brother, and you bound to get popped

"I voices sayin that's Erick Sermon"

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