Luyện nghe bài hát Strictly Snappin' Necks

Just when you thought it was safe to records
The rap duo is back, it's time to start
E swingin 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 rhyme sonny, so let go my Eggo

"I hear sayin that's Erick Sermon"

Straight up, right now, I'm on a
Front face the center and face 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 flex my and rap talent
Smooth hardcore, no time for ballads
I'm not kickin the jams that's cool
But nah the hardcore, that the brothers act fool
That's the way I would want stuff
The crowd yellin, and buckwhylin 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 time to score
People, tripped and flipped, we splurged our gift
To get off what we made, and also uplift
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 break this mic in half, then put him in the and snap his neck
When roll, they say what's the M.O
Another rapper was hit, by Mister Slow
Cause on my second return, I had to come
nuttin but bodies, on the Unfinished Business tip
I make the music, that makes a ill
In they or playin ball, or ready to chill
Or at the spot where you hang where it's hot
Drinkin of Old Gold, in the parkin lot
But mainly at a concert the place is packed
Brothers '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 want to
So troop through 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 they jock
You on the wrong brother, and you to get popped

"I hear voices that's Erick Sermon"

Hurry and step right up
The best show on earth, yea word up
And the man on the cut
He who don't can get the (macadamia) NUTS
So whassup homeboy, 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 you want that
So I cool, and instead I raps
Like check one two, and you don't
And match a funky dope that fits
I say a rhyme and change the whole
And still flow, and the whole public
It can't be done, by a crab 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
say I'm def, the old school say I'm the joint
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