Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Scale

It lights, camera, action I'm on
One more to kill '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 Squad Hit
No we won't stop, fuck it, call the
I be the invincible, in the of hard knocks, I'm the principle
Joe you know

As you the repercussions, comin' through the blaze
Bust the crime scene, some drama
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 on, EPMD fuckin' shinin' on
Back to Biz, new with the fat crib
My in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big wigs

Off the meter, and everytime we the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we rank no question
We top the Richter

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 Scale

the techniques, E.D. fantastic
Unreal shit, Mass Appeal
top dawg, I'm the one you call on
To get Sic'-Wid-It, E forget 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 watch 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 door, rugged, keeps our shit raw
Make hits for the fans, plus the tour
Believe that, peep that E and P's
Wreckin' heads daily, so chill and get the

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

Off the meter, and we reach the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull rank no
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 comparison to

I scared 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 niggaz to break
No moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired on crews
corrupt Jakes
The Black Viper, scream on MC's and cyphers
Dangerous Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer

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

Off the meter, and we reach the
and ya don't 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 rank no question
We top the Scale