Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter

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

Then 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
Joe you know

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

the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on
Get my rhymin' on, EPMD fuckin' on
Back to Biz, new address with the fat
My shit in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big

Off the meter, and everytime we the
and ya don't 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 Richter

Bust the techniques, E.D.
GangStarr 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 street level
I rock a Rolex watch with a diamond

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

The door, rugged, keeps our shit raw
hits for the fans, plus the world tour
Believe that, peep E and P's back
Wreckin' heads daily, so and get the bozack

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

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

Yo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be
Servin' you customers and those fake
Whassup? Step to me, I you silly
I'm the Kid, but no comparison to

I ain't of you motherfuckers, can't you tell?
Girls lose to me when groove to Maxwell
I got one life to so I'm livin'
Got girls to be hittin', cars to be drivin'

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

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

Off the meter, and everytime we the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we rank no question
We top the Scale

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