Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, E Double?

Yo up man?

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

Sesame, and let down the main gate
Before you scream EPMD, you wait
I roll with a posse, can you try to me
yo, your brothers tried to pop me
On the sneak tip, without me
So I goin, and my rhymes 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 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 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 no haps Jack
So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, cause that's
This is the big

As I go and flow, to a different type of
(Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P it simple
Plus I'm strikin lightnin, throwin blows like Tyson
Slayin on the Q-T, sorta like a sniper
So if a don't like me, the feelin is mutual
I tune my rhyme to a low RPM, then 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 bodies left and
A behind 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 description is
No answers at all, just bodies the stage
One witness yells out, he was dressed in black
Stupid dookie link, a Fisherman hat
A cop says yo how he from the spot?
"In a black sports car, I it was an Iroc
But the windows were tinted, and we get a look"
(Why?) There was smoke the rubber he cooked
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or romance story
Just EPMD, the and the glory
The rappin technique, somethin like
Dangerous, it keep you in
And you have to be cool, and plus stamina
if you don't, I'm gonna end up stabbin ya
In your guts, from the razor
And I'mma stick and pick, until your goes nuts
It might sound gross, or your stomach bubble
But ever 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 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 me, is always scopin
In fact, you should pack, because I cut no
It's like that, this is the big

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 a lasso
I'm back from vacation, cause sucker kept slippin
Rappin off-beat, plus tune wasn't hittin
Don't wanna claim a 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 show packin
My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr.
So nothin moves funny, at the rappin
I'm Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or chuckles
I drop lyrics, while your bass sound muffled
(You sniff blow?) Hell no, and still and say dough
More or do a show, nah
The only high I get, is when my yell HOE
So get the bo-zack, cause back to hack
Here to let you that it's the big payback