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 with the Beastie Boys, "What time is it?"
It's two o'clock, you knocked out the box

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

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

Like the marathon, 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 everytime we the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull rank no
We top the Richter

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

Bust the techniques, E.D.
Unreal shit, Mass 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 underground street level
I a Rolex watch with a diamond bezel

Rap terror, EPMD, a new era
Off the Richter Scale, hotter than ever
With the Squadron, beg pardon, got the heads noddin'
Lost 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' heads daily, so 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 we reach the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull rank no
We top the Scale

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

I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, you tell?
lose to me when they groove to Maxwell
I got one life to so I'm livin'
Got girls to be hittin', more to be drivin'

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

So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't battle-battle
Put one to your rhyme saddle, through, like wild cattle
We flow beef so dead that, let that shit
I'm quick with the hands, 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 rank no
We top the Richter

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