Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, E Double?

Yo what's up

Yo these MC's
Got us up behind these 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 main
you scream EPMD, you should wait
I with a posse, can you try to stop me
Also yo, your tried to pop me
On the tip, without me knowin
So I goin, and my rhymes keep flowin
On and on, and I quit
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 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, your money, and from your eyes contacts
Then flex over, a hop and a jump
To the next town, to go a chump
MC's try to diss me, and try to bust
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 of tempo
(Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P keep it
Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, throwin blows Tyson
Slayin MC's on the Q-T, sorta a sniper
So if a sucker don't me, the feelin is mutual
I tune my rhyme to a low RPM, then to neutral
And crack a 40 (what kind) of E
To an MC (how) on the Q-T
(So what's your boy?) C'mon E, you know it's M.D
Now I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies that's left and
A pile the stage, the P is like steppin
Off from the scenes, I see and si-rens
everywhere, but no one seen a thing
When cops ask questions, my is vague
No answers at all, just bodies behind the
One witness yells out, that he was dressed in
dookie link, with a Fisherman hat
A cop says yo how he fleed the spot?
"In a sports car, I think it was an Iroc
But the windows were tinted, and we get a look"
(Why?) was smoke from the rubber he cooked
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or Juliette romance
Just EPMD, the fame and the
The rappin technique, somethin fencin
Dangerous, it you in suspense
And you to be cool, and plus have stamina
if you don't, I'm gonna end up stabbin ya
In guts, from the razor cuts
And I'mma stick and pick, until your mind nuts
It might sound gross, or make your bubble
But ever ever ever, mess with E Double
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 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 it, keep your eyes open
Cause a brother like me, is always
In fact, you should pack, I cut no slack
It's that, this is the big payback

If rappin was a I'd be the chief commanche
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 vacation, cause sucker kept slippin
Rappin off-beat, they tune wasn't hittin
Don't wanna claim a style on the
But I can go to state, cold rippin shows with E
Cause maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin
Never step to a without packin
My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr.
So nothin funny, at the rappin session
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no for laugh or chuckles
I clear lyrics, while your bass 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 fans HOE
So get the bo-zack, cause we're to hack
to let you know that it's the big payback