Luyện nghe bài hát Get The Bozack

Aw yeah, vacation's over, still pickin' on a 4 leaf clover
As I say mic
EPMD's in
Snappin' and cashin' large checks, as I flex 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 by the usual
You you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual

While I'm and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
my oven to three hundred degrees and start bakin
Emcees like potatoes, beats kickin Cato
Gettin philosophical like the Greek man (who?)
Greek man (who?) The Greek 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
in the pocket, Albee's hands on the ammo
Crack the Olde Gold, as we and stroll
play bold sucker, cause you was told
Your spot in the box in 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 tracks are
Not fiction but fact black, that
Then put away your demo cause the brother is
And get the bozack, E

As I sing and do my thing I sing
Jane, or the shabang
But if I snap, the course of the rap
P tap me on the back, throw the a flap
Just to distract, til I'm
Get my Fisherman hat, so I can
to the rhythm of a funky track
Like ("Yo, you smack me and I'll you back")
I come correct with the
And then next and flex and throw a hex on 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 ours
So get the bozack, P

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

The MC Grand Royal on the
Terrorist, mafioso, a.k. E
I'm no on the stroke I broke so don't choke
No hopes folks, I quote for note
You mind on the rhyme on I wrote (what?)
And does the Wild Thing, 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 crew for you no
A from the flicks master Wu Kung-Fu
with the posse and the time I need
Cock diesel like Rocky and Apollo
So get the bozack, P

Yo, mic checkin, checkin and checkin and
the crowd, then start wreckin
Either kill or be killed, in the of hip-hop
if you're slow you blow you get popped mopped and dropped
If you snooze, you lose, here come the and boos
I pop a No-Doz, relax my lips and
Past a pooh sucka whose all about schemein
Wax the P twice, you be dreamin
Cause as you and groan, from the mouth you foam
Sayin deep inside, I shoulda left P alone
Cause it's a fact, black, when I'm loopin the track
To lounge in the Danger Zone, I'm back
In fact, Jack, before I my attack
Premeditate my assassination and strapped
Playin rough and tough, but I called your bluff
You tried to post on the microphone doctor and got
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 play