Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter

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

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

Like the marathon, with the diamonds on
Get my on, EPMD fuckin' shinin' on
to Biz, new address with the fat crib
My in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs

Off the meter, and everytime we the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the of rap, we pull rank 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 Scale

the techniques, E.D. fantastic
Unreal GangStarr shit, 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, chocolate
of a jab, gift of gab
I'm the elite, keep it like street level
I rock a watch with a diamond bezel

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

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

Off the meter, and everytime we the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the of rap, we pull 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

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

I scared 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 stripped too many beats to make too many to break
No moves are fake, no shots fired blastin' on crews
Like corrupt
The Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme
More Dangerous Mind than, Pfeiffer

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

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