Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter

It goes lights, camera, I'm on
One more to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling
I scream the Beastie Boys, "What time is it?"
It's two o'clock, you gettin' out the box

kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad
No we stop, fuck it, call the cops
I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks, I'm the
Fatman Joe you

As you suffer the repercussions, comin' through the
Bust the crime scene, 'cause some
Niggaz duckin' when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the
Layin' MC's out to trap, when we run through, what?

Like the marathon, flooded with the on
Get my rhymin' on, EPMD fuckin' on
Back to Biz, new address the fat crib
My shit in the Wiz, with the big wigs

Off the meter, and we reach the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull rank no
We top the Scale

Off the meter, and we reach the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull rank no
We top the Richter

Bust the techniques, E.D.
Unreal shit, Mass Appeal
Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you on
To get Sic'-Wid-It, E forget it

I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, brown
of a jab, gift of gab
I'm the elite, keep it underground like level
I rock a Rolex with a diamond bezel

Rap terror, EPMD, a new era
Off the Richter Scale, blowin' than ever
With the Squadron, beg pardon, got the heads noddin'
Lost your mind and said, "Shit!" when we in

The front door, rugged, keeps our raw
Make hits for the fans, the world tour
that, peep that E and P's back
Wreckin' heads daily, so chill and get the

Off the meter, and we reach the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull rank no
We top the Scale

Off the meter, and we reach the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull rank no
We top the Richter

Yo Flush-in, all my cats be bustin'
you customers and those fake hustlers
Whassup? Step to me, I smack you
I'm the Kid, but no to Billy

I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, can't you
Girls lose to me when they to Maxwell
I got one life to live so I'm
Got girls to be hittin', more to be drivin'

We stripped too many beats to make too many niggaz to
No moves are fake, no warnin' fired blastin' on crews
corrupt Jakes
The Black Viper, on MC's and rhyme cyphers
More Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer

So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna
Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild
We flow beef so dead that, let shit cease
I'm quick with the hands, plus with the two-piece

Off the meter, and we reach the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we rank no question
We top the Richter

Off the meter, and everytime we the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the of rap, we pull rank no question
We top the Scale