Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, whassup E

Yo up man?

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

Open Sesame, and let 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 tip, without me knowin
So I keep goin, and my keep flowin
On and on, and I don't
I get to the limit, and yo that's 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 don't sorrow, and I have no pity
To run up on you, and wax tax
gold, your money, and from your eyes your contacts
Then flex over, a hop skip and a
To the town, to go punk a chump
MC's try to diss me, and try to caps
I'm not havin it, and that means no 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 of tempo
(Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P it simple
Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, throwin like Tyson
MC's 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 shift to
And a 40 (what kind) of Olde E
To an MC (how) on the Q-T
(So your name boy?) C'mon E, you know it's M.D
Now while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the that's left and
A pile behind the stage, the P is 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 the stage
One yells out, that he was dressed in black
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?) There was smoke the rubber he cooked
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or romance story
Just EPMD, the and the glory
The technique, somethin like fencin
Dangerous, it you in suspense
And you have to be cool, and plus have
Cause if you don't, I'm gonna end up ya
In guts, from the razor cuts
And I'mma and pick, until your mind goes nuts
It might gross, or make your stomach bubble
But don't 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 some check one-twos, and 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 always
In fact, you should pack, I cut no slack
It's like that, this is the big

If rappin was a tribe I'd be the commanche
Hat, fat link, rings, nothing fancy
So up MC's, and off we go
It's not a rodeo, but I carry a
Cause I'm back from vacation, 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
Cause whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or
step to a show without packin
My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr.
So moves funny, at the rappin session
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for or chuckles
I drop clear lyrics, while bass sound muffled
(You sniff blow?) Hell no, and still 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