Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, whassup E

Yo up man?

Yo crab MC's
Got us up behind these walls man
But I'm ready to break out there and do
You what I'm sayin?
So the magic word?

Open Sesame, and let down the gate
Before you EPMD, you should wait
I with a posse, can you try to stop me
Also yo, brothers tried to pop me
On the sneak tip, me knowin
So I goin, and my rhymes keep flowin
On and on, and I quit
I get to the limit, and yo that's it
by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the one, yes me my son
A kid from the ghetto, a kiddie from the city
I don't sorrow, and I have no pity
To run up on you, and wax tax
Your gold, your money, and from eyes your contacts
flex over, a hop skip and a jump
To the next town, to go punk a
MC's try to diss me, and try to caps
I'm not havin it, and means no haps Jack
So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, cause wack
This is the big

As I go and flow, to a different type of
(Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P keep it
Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, blows like Tyson
Slayin MC's on the Q-T, like a sniper
So if a sucker like me, the feelin is mutual
I tune my to a low RPM, then shift to neutral
And a 40 (what kind) of Olde E
To an MC (how) on the Q-T
(So what's your name boy?) C'mon E, you it's M.D
Now while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies left and
A pile the stage, the P is like steppin
Off from the scenes, I see and si-rens
Witness everywhere, but no one a thing
When cops ask questions, my description is
No answers at all, bodies behind the stage
One yells out, that he was dressed in black
Stupid dookie link, with a hat
A cop says yo how he fleed the spot?
"In a black car, I think it was an Iroc
But the were tinted, and we couldn't get a look"
(Why?) was smoke from the rubber he cooked
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or romance story
Just EPMD, the fame and the
The rappin technique, somethin like
Dangerous, it you in suspense
And you have to be cool, and have stamina
if you don't, I'm gonna end up stabbin ya
In guts, from the razor cuts
And I'mma and pick, until your mind goes nuts
It sound gross, or make your stomach bubble
But ever ever ever, mess with E Double
I'm Jumpin Jack Flash, a Spy with an Eye
I do no stunts, and I'm not The Guy
I'm just the E, the R-I-C-K, all
Say some one-twos, and some yes yes y'alls
I'm the man of the hour, too to be sour
(So what you E?) I got "Soul power!"
So dig it, as I kick it, keep your eyes
a brother like me, is always scopin
In fact, you pack, because I cut no slack
It's like that, this is the big

If rappin was a I'd be the chief commanche
Hat, fat link, chunky rings, fancy
So up MC's, and off we go
It's not a rodeo, but I carry a
Cause I'm back vacation, cause sucker kept slippin
Rappin off-beat, plus they wasn't hittin
Don't wanna claim a style on the
But I can go to state, cold rippin shows with E
Cause whether or relaxin, waxin or taxin
Never step to a show packin
My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr.
So nothin moves funny, at the rappin
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or
I drop clear lyrics, while bass sound muffled
(You blow?) Hell no, and still flow and say dough
More or do a show, nah
The only I get, is when my fans yell HOE
So get the bo-zack, cause we're to hack
Here to let you know that the big payback