Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, whassup E

Yo what's up

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

Open Sesame, and let the main gate
Before you scream EPMD, you should
I roll a posse, can you try to stop me
Also yo, your brothers to pop me
On the sneak tip, me knowin
So I keep goin, and my keep flowin
On and on, and I quit
I get to the limit, and yo that's 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 from the city
I don't feel sorrow, and I no pity
To run up on you, and wax tax
gold, your money, and from your eyes your contacts
Then flex over, a hop and a jump
To the next town, to go punk a
try to diss me, and try to bust caps
I'm not havin it, and that no haps 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 of tempo
(Why MD?) E, cause P keep it simple
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 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?) E, you know it's M.D
Now while I'm wreckin checkin, all the bodies that's left and
A pile the stage, the P is like steppin
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 yells out, that he was in black
dookie link, with a Fisherman hat
A cop says yo how he from the spot?
"In a black sports car, I it was an Iroc
But the were tinted, and we couldn't get a look"
(Why?) There was smoke from the rubber he
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or Juliette romance
EPMD, the fame and the glory
The rappin technique, like fencin
Dangerous, it you in suspense
And you have to be cool, and plus have
if you don't, I'm gonna end up stabbin ya
In guts, from the razor cuts
And stick and pick, until your mind goes nuts
It might sound gross, or your stomach bubble
But ever ever ever, mess with E Double
I'm like Jumpin Jack Flash, a Spy 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 check one-twos, and some yes yes y'alls
I'm the man of the hour, too sweet to be
(So you sayin 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
It's like that, this is the big

If rappin was a I'd be the chief commanche
Hat, fat link, chunky rings, nothing
So up MC's, and off we go
not a rodeo, but I carry a lasso
Cause I'm back vacation, cause sucker kept slippin
Rappin off-beat, plus they tune wasn't
Don't wanna claim a style on the
But I can go state to state, cold rippin shows E
whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin
Never step to a show without
My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr.
So nothin moves funny, at the rappin
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no for laugh or chuckles
I drop clear lyrics, while your bass sound
(You sniff blow?) 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 that it's the big payback