Luyện nghe bài hát Check 1, 2

EPMD, Def Jam
it, uhh, huh, yo

It's on the microphone
My style be Elektra, I'm the male Syl
Homes, walk around with chrome
On safety, spike the mic in the end

This here ain't the average shit, you to front
And automatic rounds will you
So it off, like Biggie Smalls said
"Duke, you soft, why you fuck with the boss?"

Where should I start? Breakin MCs or charts?
It's Diablo, PMD, Mic Doc the purple heart
The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er, 'er
Front and back and if she wit it, straight in the

So Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hydro, pack and ammo

With cheese than Lambeau, more heat than Rambo
down, dismantle, when I scramble

I just get down and I go for
Say check 1, 2 and run down the
Inclined to shine techs and forty-four mags and nines
Don't get too close because you get shot

I just get and I go for mines
Say 1, 2 and run down the line
Inclined to shine with techs and mags and nines
Don't get too close because you might get

Uhh, yo, hey and yo!
EPMD fuckin' us is bad news
Me and you got different
you might say is dope, I say's not
What I might wack, you'll call hot

The thing for you is to think and hope
Or get choked and with the velvet rope
'Cause you too theatrical, mess
And end up smackin' you, jackin' you, you

That's why it's crucial, so neutral to collect the cash
Double beaucoup, just rippin' up mics is my crew do
Whatever suits you, pull out the burner, the shoot through
Roadblocks and smear with the two-two

Or tech that'll chew through your waistline
I'm accurate, waste mine, spit on bassline
Run with the unseen to be on Dateline
I don't fake mine, you crazy while I pace mine

Yeah, now why wanna mess with the vets?
We've doin' this shit since [unverified]
I shit that make you wanna smack your producer
And ice grill him and you wanna kill him dead

And walk around leakin' in the bed for the
For with the last Mohican
[Unverified], that's fuck you in Rican
Keep quiet you hear grown men speakin'

Or get smacked, ain't no game, the shit is serious
Delerious, that's how we cats and niggaz curious
The true legend got caught, shit, you better call
Big like Dog 40 and the Dutch the 7-11

I'm like Norris, the Texas ranger
The mic strangler, PMD, the head banger
Mo' skills fo' real for cats that kill
Pump a nine on the reg behind penetentiary

I get down and I go for mines
Say 1, 2 and run down the line
Inclined to shine with and forty-four mags and nines
Don't get too close because you might get