Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, whassup E

Yo up man?

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

Sesame, and let down the main gate
Before you scream EPMD, you wait
I with a posse, can you try to stop me
Also yo, your tried to pop me
On the sneak tip, without me
So I keep goin, and my keep flowin
On and on, and I quit
I get to the limit, and yo that's 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 have no
To run up on you, and wax tax
Your gold, your money, and your eyes your contacts
Then flex over, a hop and a jump
To the town, to go punk a chump
MC's try to diss me, and try to caps
I'm not havin it, and that no haps Jack
So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, cause that's
This is the big

As I go and flow, to a different type of
(Why MD?) E, cause P keep it simple
Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, throwin blows like
Slayin MC's on the Q-T, sorta a sniper
So if a sucker don't me, the feelin is mutual
I my rhyme 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 boy?) C'mon E, you know it's M.D
Now while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the that's left and
A behind the stage, the P is like steppin
Off the scenes, I see lights and si-rens
Witness everywhere, but no one seen a
When cops ask questions, my is vague
No at all, just bodies behind the stage
One yells out, that he was dressed in black
dookie link, with a Fisherman hat
A cop yo how he fleed from the spot?
"In a black sports car, I think it was an
But the were tinted, and we couldn't get a look"
(Why?) There was smoke the rubber he cooked
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or Juliette story
Just EPMD, the and the glory
The rappin technique, like fencin
Dangerous, it keep you in
And you to be cool, and plus have stamina
if you don't, I'm gonna end up stabbin ya
In your guts, from the razor
And I'mma stick and pick, until your goes nuts
It might sound gross, or make your bubble
But don't 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 the E, the R-I-C-K, that's all
Say check one-twos, and some yes yes y'alls
I'm the man of the hour, too to be sour
(So you sayin E?) I got "Soul power!"
So dig it, as I kick it, keep eyes open
a brother like me, is always scopin
In fact, you pack, because I cut no slack
It's like that, is the big payback

If was a tribe I'd be the chief commanche
Hat, fat link, rings, nothing fancy
So up MC's, and off we go
not a rodeo, but I carry a lasso
Cause I'm back from vacation, cause sucker kept
Rappin off-beat, plus tune wasn't hittin
Don't wanna claim a on the M-I-C
But I can go state to state, cold shows with E
Cause whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or
Never step to a show packin
My partners, Mr. and Mr. Wesson
So nothin funny, at the rappin session
I'm Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or chuckles
I clear lyrics, while your bass sound muffled
(You blow?) Hell no, and still flow and say dough
or less do a show, nah
The only high I get, is when my yell HOE
So get the bo-zack, cause back to hack
Here to let you know that it's the big