Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Bozack

Aw yeah, over, sucker's still pickin' on a 4 leaf clover
As I say mic
in effect
Snappin' necks and cashin' large checks, as I then wreck
So E next?

Shazam, let me you who I am
The E-R-I-C-K,
me a lumberjack, or a midland warrior
Doin damage to the world than the Hurricane Gloria
I'm serious, you can say I'm
You're in your mind, "Who is he?" because you're curious
A rare rap style, not heard by the
You bite you get damaged, so my stay mutual

While I'm and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven to three hundred degrees and start
Emcees potatoes, beats kickin like Cato
Gettin philosophical like the man Plato (who?)
Greek man Plato (who?) The man Plato
But I'm the A.K.Ato flow, bro
As you all well know, I do a
Pick up the and ho, break to the limo
Money in the pocket, Albee's on the ammo
Crack the Olde Gold, as we and stroll
Don't play bold sucker, cause you was
Your in the box in eighty-eight was sold
So quit the singin swingin cause of the beat that I'm bringin
to wax EPMD, you be U.G.-in
On a heavy narcotic, as speed or crack
Because your rhyme's mediocre but your are wack
Not fiction but fact black, believe
Then put away demo cause the brother is back
And get the bozack, E

As I and do my thing I might sing
Jane, or the shabang
But if I snap, the course of the rap
P tap me on the back, throw the a flap
to distract, til I'm intact
Get my hat, so I can mack
to the rhythm of a funky track
Like ("Yo, you smack me and I'll you back")
I come correct the context
And then next and flex and a hex on your whole complex
And check for a second, yo, then say
(R-E-S-P-E-C-T) Respect!
For me the E Double, or the rap goddess
Cause me and PMD we get regardless
So get the bozack, P

Yo, to get funky and raw
Stompin' mud holes of posses (like who?) like
Cause when we we come fully equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and clips
Like a detonator with no ticks I then or slip
Or maybe flip my DJ's on the mix
Never lost a battle and if I did it was
You must be of all on the diznick, like a jim hat
Your shit ain't pumpin and your are wack
'Cause a nickel dime sucka, who hangs with Tommy Tucker
Like KRS-One says, you a Part Sucka
Who works O.T., to be me
The Capital P, the M, I'm D
To an emcee, on the S-P-O-T
without a motive or a C-L-U-E
So get the bozack, E

The MC Royal on the microphone
Terrorist, mafioso, a.k. E
I'm no joke on the I broke so don't choke
No hopes folks, I note for note
You float on the rhyme on I wrote (what?)
And the Wild Thing, like my boy Tone Loc
equipped with the kit that bit the whole shit
Don't catch a nitfit, because my legit
Brand new from the for you no voodoo
A trick from the master Wu Kung-Fu
Equipped the posse and the time I need
Cock diesel like Rocky and Apollo
So get the bozack, P

Yo, mic checkin, checkin and and checkin
Scanned the crowd, then wreckin
Either or be killed, in the field of hip-hop
Cause if you're you blow you get popped mopped and dropped
If you snooze, you lose, here the oohs and boos
I pop a No-Doz, relax my lips and
Past a pooh putt'n sucka whose all schemein
Wax the P twice, you be dreamin
Cause as you and groan, from the mouth you foam
Sayin down inside, I shoulda left P alone
Cause it's a fact, black, that when I'm the track
To lounge in the Danger Zone, because I'm
In fact, Jack, I launch my attack
Premeditate my assassination and come
rough and tough, but when I called your bluff
You tried to post on the microphone and got snuffed
So get the
Yo, get the
Yeah, get the

Get the bozack, get the
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Get the bozack, get the
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Yo, I don't