Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, whassup E

Yo up man?

Yo these MC's
Got us trapped up these walls man
But I'm ready to break out there and do
You know what I'm
So what's the word?

Open Sesame, and let the main gate
you scream EPMD, you should wait
I roll with a posse, can you try to me
Also yo, your brothers to pop me
On the sneak tip, without me
So I keep goin, and my rhymes keep
On and on, and I don't
I get pushed to the limit, and yo it
by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the one, yes me my son
A young kid from the ghetto, a kiddie from the
I don't feel sorrow, and I no pity
To run up on you, and wax tax
gold, your money, and from your eyes your contacts
Then over, a hop skip and a jump
To the next town, to go punk a
MC's try to diss me, and try to caps
I'm not it, and that means no haps Jack
So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, that's wack
is the big payback

As I go and flow, to a type of tempo
(Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P keep it
Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, blows like Tyson
Slayin MC's on the Q-T, sorta like a
So if a don't like me, the feelin is mutual
I tune my to a low RPM, then shift to neutral
And crack a 40 (what kind) of E
To an MC (how) on the Q-T
(So what's your name boy?) E, you know it's M.D
Now while I'm he's checkin, all the bodies that's left and
A pile behind the stage, the P is like
Off from the scenes, I see lights and
everywhere, but no one seen a thing
When cops ask questions, my description is
No answers at all, just bodies behind the
One witness yells out, that he was dressed in
Stupid link, with a Fisherman hat
A cop says yo how he fleed from the
"In a black sports car, I it was an Iroc
But the windows were tinted, and we get a look"
(Why?) There was from the rubber he cooked
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or romance story
Just EPMD, the fame and the
The rappin technique, like fencin
Dangerous, it keep you in
And you have to be cool, and plus have
Cause if you don't, I'm gonna end up ya
In your guts, from the cuts
And I'mma stick and pick, your mind goes nuts
It might sound gross, or make your stomach
But ever ever ever, mess with E Double
I'm like Jumpin Jack Flash, a Spy an Eye
I do no stunts, and I'm not The Guy
I'm just the E, the R-I-C-K, all
Say check one-twos, and some yes yes y'alls
I'm the man of the hour, too sweet to be
(So you sayin E?) I got "Soul power!"
So dig it, as I kick it, keep your open
Cause a like me, is always scopin
In fact, you pack, because I cut no slack
It's like that, this is the big

If was a tribe I'd be the chief commanche
Hat, fat link, chunky rings, nothing
So up MC's, and off we go
It's not a rodeo, but I carry a
Cause I'm back from vacation, cause sucker kept
Rappin off-beat, plus tune wasn't hittin
Don't wanna a style on the M-I-C
But I can go state to state, cold rippin with E
Cause maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin
Never step to a show without
My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr.
So nothin moves funny, at the session
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or
I drop clear lyrics, while your bass sound
(You sniff blow?) Hell no, and still flow and say
More or do a show, nah
The only high I get, is when my fans HOE
So get the bo-zack, cause we're to hack
Here to let you know that it's the big