Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, whassup E

Yo up man?

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

Open Sesame, and let the main gate
Before you EPMD, you should 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 keep goin, and my rhymes flowin
On and on, and I don't
I get to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to fun
I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid the ghetto, a kiddie from the city
I don't feel sorrow, and I have no
To run up on you, and wax tax
Your gold, your money, and your eyes your contacts
Then over, a hop skip and a jump
To the town, to go punk a chump
MC's try to me, and try to bust caps
I'm not havin it, and means no haps Jack
So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, that's wack
is the big payback

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 like a
So if a sucker don't like me, the feelin is
I tune my rhyme to a low RPM, 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
everywhere, but no one seen a thing
When ask questions, my description is vague
No answers at all, bodies behind the stage
One witness yells out, he was dressed in black
Stupid dookie link, with a hat
A cop says yo how he from the spot?
"In a black sports car, I think it was an
But the windows were tinted, and we get a look"
(Why?) There was smoke from the rubber he
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or Juliette story
Just EPMD, the and the glory
The rappin technique, somethin like
Dangerous, it keep you in
And you have to be cool, and have stamina
Cause if you don't, I'm gonna end up ya
In your guts, the razor cuts
And I'mma stick and pick, until mind goes nuts
It might sound gross, or make your stomach
But don't ever ever, mess with E Double
I'm Jumpin 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 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 scopin
In fact, you pack, because I cut no slack
It's like that, this is the big

If was a tribe I'd be the chief commanche
Hat, fat link, chunky rings, fancy
So up MC's, and off we go
It's not a rodeo, but I a lasso
Cause I'm back from vacation, sucker kept slippin
Rappin off-beat, plus they tune hittin
wanna claim a style on the M-I-C
But I can go to state, cold rippin shows with E
whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin
Never to a show without packin
My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr.
So nothin moves funny, at the session
I'm Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or chuckles
I drop lyrics, while your bass sound muffled
(You sniff blow?) no, and still flow 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 we're back to
to let you know that it's the big payback