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 to break out there and do this
You what I'm sayin?
So what's the magic

Open Sesame, and let down the main
you scream EPMD, you should wait
I roll a posse, can you try to stop me
Also yo, your tried to pop me
On the sneak tip, me knowin
So I keep goin, and my rhymes 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 kid from the ghetto, a kiddie from the city
I don't feel sorrow, and I no pity
To run up on you, and wax tax
Your gold, your money, and your eyes your contacts
Then flex over, a hop skip and a
To the town, to go punk a chump
MC's try to 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 type of tempo
(Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P keep it
Plus I'm strikin lightnin, throwin blows like Tyson
Slayin MC's on the Q-T, like a sniper
So if a sucker don't like me, the feelin is
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 boy?) C'mon E, you know it's M.D
Now while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies left and
A pile behind the stage, the P is steppin
Off from the scenes, I see lights and
everywhere, but no one seen a thing
When cops ask questions, my description is
No answers at all, just behind the stage
One witness out, that he was dressed in black
Stupid dookie link, with a hat
A cop says yo how he fleed from the
"In a black sports car, I think it was an
But the windows tinted, and we couldn't get a look"
(Why?) There was from the rubber he cooked
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or Juliette story
Just EPMD, the fame and the
The technique, somethin like fencin
Dangerous, it you in suspense
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 gross, or make 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 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 eyes open
Cause a brother me, is always scopin
In fact, you should pack, because I cut no
It's that, this is the big payback

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
I'm back from vacation, cause sucker kept slippin
Rappin off-beat, plus they tune wasn't
Don't 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 step to a without packin
My partners, Mr. and Mr. Wesson
So nothin moves funny, at the rappin
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for or chuckles
I drop clear lyrics, your bass sound muffled
(You blow?) Hell no, and still flow and say dough
More or do a show, nah
The high I get, is when my fans yell HOE
So get the bo-zack, cause we're to hack
Here to let you know that the big payback