Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, E Double?

Yo what's up

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

Open Sesame, and let the main gate
you scream EPMD, you should wait
I roll a posse, can you try to stop me
Also yo, your brothers to pop me
On the tip, without me knowin
So I keep goin, and my keep flowin
On and on, and I don't
I get pushed to the limit, and yo it
by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the one, yes me my son
A young kid from the ghetto, a kiddie the city
I don't sorrow, and I have no pity
To run up on you, and wax tax
gold, your money, and from your eyes your contacts
Then over, a hop skip and a jump
To the next town, to go punk a
MC's try to me, and try to bust caps
I'm not havin it, and that means no Jack
So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, cause that's
is the big payback

As I go and flow, to a different type of
(Why MD?) C'mon E, P keep it simple
Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, throwin blows Tyson
MC's on the Q-T, sorta like a sniper
So if a sucker don't like me, the feelin is
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 boy?) C'mon E, you know it's M.D
Now while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the that's left and
A pile behind the stage, the P is steppin
Off from the scenes, I see lights and
Witness everywhere, but no one seen a
cops ask questions, my description is vague
No answers at all, just behind the stage
One yells out, that he was dressed in black
dookie link, with a Fisherman hat
A cop says yo how he fleed from the
"In a black sports car, I think it was an
But the windows were tinted, and we get a look"
(Why?) There was smoke from the he cooked
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or Juliette story
EPMD, the fame and the glory
The rappin technique, somethin fencin
Dangerous, it you in suspense
And you have to be cool, and plus have
Cause if you don't, I'm gonna end up ya
In your guts, from the razor
And I'mma stick and pick, your mind goes nuts
It might sound gross, or make your bubble
But don't ever ever ever, mess with E
I'm like Jumpin 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 check one-twos, and yes yes y'alls
I'm the man of the hour, too sweet to be
(So what you E?) I got "Soul power!"
So dig it, as I kick it, your eyes open
Cause a brother like me, is scopin
In fact, you pack, because I cut no slack
like that, this is the big payback

If rappin was a tribe I'd be the chief
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 from vacation, cause sucker kept
off-beat, plus they tune wasn't hittin
Don't wanna claim a style on the
But I can go state to state, cold shows with E
Cause whether or relaxin, waxin or taxin
Never step to a without packin
My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr.
So nothin moves funny, at the session
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for or chuckles
I clear lyrics, while your bass sound muffled
(You sniff blow?) Hell no, and flow and say dough
or less do a show, nah
The only high I get, is my fans yell HOE
So get the bo-zack, cause back to hack
Here to let you know that the big payback