Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Scale

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

Then kicked off the block, Def Squad Hit
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 the repercussions, comin' through the blaze
Bust the crime scene, some drama
duckin' when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two
Layin' MC's out to trap, when we run through, what?

the marathon, flooded with the diamonds 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 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 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 don't it

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

Rap terror, EPMD, a new era
Off the Richter Scale, blowin' hotter than
With the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads
your mind and said, "Shit!" when we barged 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' daily, so chill and get the bozack

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

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

I scared of you motherfuckers, can't you tell?
Girls lose to me they groove to Maxwell
I got one life to live so I'm
Got to be hittin', more cars to be drivin'

We stripped too many beats to too many niggaz to break
No moves are fake, no warnin' shots blastin' on crews
Like corrupt
The Black Viper, scream on and rhyme cyphers
More Dangerous than, Michelle Pfeiffer

So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't battle-battle
Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like cattle
We flow beef so dead that, let that cease
I'm quick 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 pull no question
We top the Scale

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