Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, E Double?

Yo what's up

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

Open Sesame, and let down the gate
Before you scream EPMD, you should
I roll with a posse, can you try to me
yo, your brothers tried to pop me
On the tip, without me knowin
So I goin, and my rhymes keep flowin
On and on, and I don't
I get pushed to the limit, and yo it
Step by step, I put an end to fun
Cause I'm the one, yes me my son
A young kid from the ghetto, a kiddie from the
I feel sorrow, and I have no pity
To run up on you, and wax tax
Your gold, your money, and from your eyes your
Then flex over, a hop and a jump
To the next town, to go a chump
try to diss 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?) E, cause P keep it simple
Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, throwin like Tyson
Slayin MC's on the Q-T, sorta a sniper
So if a sucker like me, the feelin is mutual
I my rhyme to a low RPM, then shift to neutral
And crack a 40 (what kind) of 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 checkin, all the bodies that's left and
A behind the stage, the P is like steppin
Off from the scenes, I see and si-rens
everywhere, but no one seen a thing
When ask questions, my description is vague
No at all, just bodies behind the stage
One witness yells out, that he was in black
Stupid link, with a Fisherman hat
A cop yo how he fleed from the spot?
"In a sports car, I think it was an Iroc
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 romance story
Just EPMD, the and the glory
The technique, somethin like fencin
Dangerous, it you in suspense
And you to be cool, and plus have stamina
Cause if you don't, I'm end up stabbin ya
In your guts, the razor cuts
And I'mma stick and pick, until your mind goes
It might sound gross, or make stomach 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 the E, the R-I-C-K, that's 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 open
a brother like me, is always scopin
In fact, you should pack, I cut no slack
It's like that, this is the big

If rappin was a tribe I'd be the 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 from vacation, cause sucker slippin
Rappin off-beat, plus they wasn't hittin
wanna claim a style on the M-I-C
But I can go to state, cold rippin shows with E
Cause whether maxin or relaxin, or taxin
Never to a show without packin
My partners, Mr. and Mr. Wesson
So nothin moves funny, at the rappin
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or
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 that it's the big payback