Luyện nghe bài hát Strictly Snappin' Necks

Just when you thought it was to make records
The rap duo is back, it's time to wreckin
E swingin high, I'm swingin low
wannabees 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, like the S.S.
That's not your rhyme sonny, so let go my Eggo

"I voices sayin that's Erick Sermon"

Straight up, right now, I'm on a
face the center 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)
Yeah boy, you hit the
So as I flex my skill and rap talent
Smooth hardcore, no for love 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 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 time to
People, tripped and flipped, when we our gift
To get paid off what we made, and also
A new way to sway, or should I say
To keep the ladies 'OW', the brothers yellin 'ho'
Now the O, and give me an intro
A kick and a snare, now the light to go
I flex a rhyme on a rapper then to wreck
By break 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 Slow Flow
Cause on my return, I had to come correct
nuttin but bodies, on the Unfinished Business tip
I make the music, that a posse ill
In they Jeeps or playin ball, or to chill
Or maybe at the spot where you hang where hot
Drinkin quarts of Old Gold, in the lot
But mainly at a concert where the is packed
yellin 'ho', girlies on the bozack
The system boomin, smoke
swayin side to side with they hands in the air
A posse digs the music so they to roll
So they troop the venue, scopin everyone's gold
But you in New York, Detroit, L.A. or Miami
with caution, cause brothers pack jammies
In they coat pocketbooks, and even they
You on the wrong brother, and you 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 believe can get the (macadamia)
So whassup homeboy, there's any
Do we have to draw and get dramatic?
Or can we cool and be old chaps
Or break loose, pull out guns and bust
Nah, I think you want that
So I cool, and instead I bust
Like check one two, and you don't
And match a funky dope rhyme that
I say a rhyme and change the whole
And still flow, and the whole public
It can't be done, especially by a MC
Who came out the crack
You be mad, in fact, kind of rad
You not a smooth criminal, you and I'm bad
Don't mean to brag, I'm makin 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 cool and when

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

SCSU!
in effect
Snappin necks n checks