Luyện nghe bài hát Strictly Snappin' Necks

Just you thought it was safe to make records
The rap duo is back, it's time to wreckin
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, like the S.S.
That's not your rhyme sonny, so please let go my

"I hear voices sayin Erick Sermon"

up, right now, I'm on a mission
Front the center 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)
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 brothers act
That's the way I would stuff 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
Crab to diss, now it's time to score
People, and flipped, when we splurged our gift
To get paid off we made, and also uplift
A new way to sway, or should I say
To keep the screamin 'OW', the brothers yellin 'ho'
Now the O, and give 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, put him in the yolk and snap his neck
When five-oh roll, say what's 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 Jeeps or playin ball, or ready to chill
Or maybe at the spot where you where it's hot
Drinkin quarts of Old Gold, in the lot
But mainly at a concert where the place is
Brothers 'ho', girlies on the bozack
The system boomin, smoke
People side to side with they hands in the air
A posse digs the music so they to roll
So they troop through the venue, scopin everyone's
But you in New York, Detroit, L.A. or Miami
with caution, cause brothers pack jammies
In they coat pocketbooks, and even jock
You on the wrong brother, and you to get popped

"I voices sayin that's Erick Sermon"

Hurry hurry and step 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, any static?
Do we have to joints and get dramatic?
Or can we cool and be old chaps
Or break loose, pull out and bust caps?
Nah, I think you want that
So I cool, and I bust raps
Like check one two, and you don't
And match a funky dope rhyme fits
I say a rhyme and change the whole
And flow, and freak the whole public
It be done, especially by a crab MC
Who came out the crack
You be mad, in fact, kind of rad
You not a criminal, you soft and I'm bad
Don't mean to brag, I'm makin a point
Some say I'm def, the old say I'm the joint
Fencin, no half-steppin, up and down
I gets mine, so you should cool and lounge

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

SCSU!
in effect
Snappin n cashin checks