Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Bozack

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

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

I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my to three hundred degrees and start bakin
like potatoes, beats kickin like Cato
Gettin philosophical like the Greek man (who?)
man Plato (who?) The Greek man Plato
But I'm the A.K.Ato flow, bro
As you all know, I do a show
up the dough and ho, break to the limo
Money in the pocket, Albee's hands on the
the Olde Gold, as we roll and stroll
Don't play bold sucker, you was told
spot in the box in eighty-eight was sold
So quit the singin come swingin cause of the beat I'm bringin
to wax EPMD, you be U.G.-in
On a heavy narcotic, such as speed or
Because your rhyme's mediocre but your are wack
Not fiction but black, believe that
put away your 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 Fisherman hat, so I can
Groove to the rhythm of a funky
("Yo, you smack me and I'll smack you back")
I come correct with the
And then and flex and throw a hex on your whole complex
And then check for a second, yo, say
(R-E-S-P-E-C-T) Respect!
For me the E Double, or the emcee rap
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 we roll we come fully equipped
Mic in the hand, tooly, and spare
a detonator with no ticks I then trip or slip
Or flip while my DJ's on the mix
Never a battle and if I did it was fixed
You must be of all on the diznick, like a jim hat
Your shit ain't and your rhymes are wack
'Cause you're a nickel dime sucka, who with Tommy Tucker
Like says, you a Part Time Sucka
Who works O.T., to be me
The Capital P, the M, I'm D
To slay an emcee, on the
Leave a motive or a C-L-U-E
So get the bozack, E

The MC Grand on the microphone
Terrorist, mafioso, a.k. E
I'm no joke on the stroke I broke so don't
No hopes folks, I note for note
You mind on the rhyme on I wrote (what?)
And does the Thing, like my boy Tone Loc
It's with the kit that bit the whole shit
Don't catch a nitfit, because my style
Brand new from the crew for you no
A trick from the flicks Wu Kung-Fu
Equipped with the posse and the I need
Cock like Rocky and Apollo Creed
So get the bozack, P

Yo, mic checkin, checkin and checkin and
Scanned the crowd, start wreckin
kill or be killed, in the field of hip-hop
Cause if slow you blow you get popped mopped and dropped
If you snooze, you lose, here come the oohs and
I pop a No-Doz, relax my and cruise
a pooh putt'n sucka whose all about schemein
Wax the P twice, you be dreamin
Cause as you moan and groan, from the you foam
Sayin deep down inside, I shoulda left P
it's a fact, black, that when I'm loopin the track
To in the Danger Zone, because I'm back
In fact, Jack, before I launch my
Premeditate my assassination and strapped
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
Get the
Get the bozack, get the
Get the

Yo, I don't