Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, E Double?

Yo up man?

Yo crab MC's
Got us trapped up behind these man
But I'm to break out there and do this
You what I'm sayin?
So what's the word?

Open Sesame, and let down the main
Before you scream EPMD, you wait
I roll a posse, can you try to stop me
Also yo, your brothers to pop me
On the sneak tip, me knowin
So I keep goin, and my rhymes flowin
On and on, and I don't
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 the city
I don't feel sorrow, and I have no
To run up on you, and wax tax
Your gold, your money, and from your eyes your
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 bust
I'm not havin it, and that means no haps
So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, that's wack
is the big payback

As I go and flow, to a different type of
(Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P keep it
I'm strikin like lightnin, throwin blows like Tyson
Slayin MC's on the Q-T, like a sniper
So if a sucker don't like me, the feelin is
I tune my rhyme to a low RPM, then to neutral
And crack a 40 (what kind) of E
To an MC (how) on the Q-T
(So what's name boy?) C'mon E, you know it's M.D
Now while I'm he's checkin, all the bodies that's left and
A pile behind the stage, the P is steppin
Off the scenes, I see lights and si-rens
Witness everywhere, but no one a thing
When cops ask questions, my is vague
No answers at all, just bodies behind the
One yells out, that he was dressed in black
dookie link, with a Fisherman hat
A cop says yo how he fleed from the
"In a black sports car, I it was an Iroc
But the windows 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, somethin fencin
Dangerous, it you in suspense
And you have to be cool, and plus stamina
Cause if you don't, I'm end up stabbin ya
In your guts, from the cuts
And stick and pick, until your mind goes nuts
It might sound gross, or make your stomach
But ever ever ever, mess with E Double
I'm like Jumpin Flash, a Spy with an Eye
I do no stunts, and I'm not The Guy
I'm just the E, the R-I-C-K, all
Say check one-twos, and some yes yes y'alls
I'm the man of the hour, too sweet to be
(So you sayin E?) I got "Soul power!"
So dig it, as I it, keep your eyes open
Cause a brother me, is always scopin
In fact, you pack, because I cut no slack
It's that, this is the big payback

If was a tribe I'd be the chief commanche
Hat, fat link, chunky rings, nothing
So up MC's, and off we go
It's not a rodeo, but I a lasso
Cause I'm back from vacation, sucker kept slippin
Rappin off-beat, plus they tune hittin
Don't wanna claim a on the M-I-C
But I can go to state, cold rippin shows with E
whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin
Never to a show without packin
My partners, Mr. and Mr. Wesson
So moves funny, at the rappin session
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or
I drop clear lyrics, while your sound muffled
(You blow?) Hell no, and still flow and say dough
or less do a show, nah
The high I get, is when my fans yell HOE
So get the bo-zack, we're back to hack
to let you know that it's the big payback