Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Scale

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

Then kicked off the block, Def Hit Squad
No we won't stop, fuck it, call the
I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks, I'm the
Fatman Joe you

As you suffer the repercussions, comin' through the
Bust the crime scene, 'cause some
duckin' when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two
Layin' out to trap, when we run through, like what?

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

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

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

the techniques, E.D. fantastic
Unreal 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
Hell of a jab, 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 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, keeps our raw
Make hits for the fans, plus the tour
Believe that, peep that E and P's
heads daily, so chill 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 Richter

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

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

I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, can't you
Girls to me when they groove to Maxwell
I got one life to live so I'm
Got girls to be hittin', more cars to be

We too many beats to make too many niggaz to break
No moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on
Like corrupt
The Black Viper, scream on and rhyme cyphers
Dangerous 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 beef so dead that, let that shit cease
I'm quick the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece

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

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