Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, whassup E

Yo up man?

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

Open Sesame, and let the main gate
Before you scream EPMD, you wait
I with a posse, can you try to stop me
yo, your brothers tried to pop me
On the sneak tip, without me
So I keep goin, and my keep flowin
On and on, and I don't
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 young kid the ghetto, a kiddie from the city
I feel sorrow, and I have no pity
To run up on you, and wax tax
Your gold, money, and from your eyes your contacts
flex over, a hop skip and a jump
To the town, to go punk a chump
try to diss me, and try to bust caps
I'm not havin it, and that means no haps
So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, cause that's
This is the big

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

No Rome-et-oh, or Juliette story
EPMD, the fame and the glory
The rappin technique, like fencin
Dangerous, it you in suspense
And you have to be cool, and plus stamina
Cause if you don't, I'm end up stabbin ya
In your guts, from the razor
And stick and pick, until your mind goes nuts
It might sound gross, or make your bubble
But don't ever ever, mess with E Double
I'm like 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 you sayin E?) I got "Soul power!"
So dig it, as I it, keep your eyes open
Cause a brother me, is always scopin
In fact, you should pack, because I cut no
It's that, this is the big payback

If rappin was a tribe I'd be the chief
Hat, fat link, rings, nothing fancy
So up MC's, and off we go
not a rodeo, but I carry a lasso
Cause I'm back from vacation, sucker kept slippin
Rappin off-beat, plus they tune wasn't
wanna claim a style on the M-I-C
But I can go state to state, cold rippin with E
whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin
Never step to a without packin
My partners, Mr. and Mr. Wesson
So nothin moves funny, at the rappin
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for or chuckles
I drop clear lyrics, while your sound muffled
(You blow?) Hell no, and still flow and say dough
or less do a show, nah
The only high I get, is when my yell HOE
So get the bo-zack, cause we're to hack
Here to let you know it's the big payback