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

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

As you suffer the repercussions, comin' the blaze
the crime scene, 'cause some drama
Niggaz when we come through, throwin' 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 with the fat crib
My shit in the Wiz, poli'-in the big wigs

Off the meter, and we reach 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 Richter

Bust the techniques, E.D.
Unreal shit, Mass Appeal
top dawg, I'm the one you call on
To get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't it

I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, brown
Hell of a jab, of gab
I'm the elite, keep it underground street level
I rock a Rolex with a diamond bezel

Rap terror, EPMD, a new era
Off the Richter Scale, blowin' hotter than
With the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the 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
Wreckin' heads daily, so chill and get the

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

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

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

We stripped too many beats to make too many to break
No are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on crews
Like Jakes
The Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme cyphers
More Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer

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

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

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