Luyện nghe bài hát Check 1, 2

EPMD, Def Jam
it, uhh, huh, yo

It's on the microphone
My style be Elektra, I'm the Syl Rhome
Homes, walk with forty-four chrome
On safety, spike the mic in the end

This here ain't the average shit, you used to
And automatic will shoot you
So knock it off, like Biggie said
"Duke, you soft, why you wanna with the boss?"

Where should I start? MCs or shatterin' charts?
Diablo, PMD, Mic Doc with the purple heart
The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er, 'er
Front and back and if she wit it, in the shitter

So Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hydro, pack and ammo

With more cheese than Lambeau, heat than Rambo
down, dismantle, when I scramble

I get down and I go for mines
Say check 1, 2 and run the line
Inclined to shine with techs and forty-four mags and
Don't get too because you might get shot

I just get and I go for mines
Say 1, 2 and run down the line
Inclined to shine with techs and forty-four mags and
Don't get too because you might get shot

Uhh, yo, hey and yo!
EPMD fuckin' us is bad news
Me and you got views
What you might say is dope, I not
I might call wack, you'll call hot

The best for you is to think and hope
Or get choked and hung the velvet rope
you too theatrical, mess around
And end up smackin' you, you, attackin' you

That's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to the cash
beaucoup, just rippin' up mics is what my crew do
Whatever suits you, pull out the burner, fuck the shoot
Roadblocks and campaigns with the two-two

Or tech nine that'll chew through your
I'm accurate, don't waste mine, on bassline
Run with the potential to be on Dateline
I don't fake mine, you crazy while I pace mine

Yeah, now why y'all wanna mess with the
We've been doin' this shit since
I make shit that you wanna smack your producer
And ice grill him and make you wanna him dead

And walk leakin' in the bed for the weekend
For playin' with the Mohican
[Unverified], that's you in Puerto Rican
Keep quiet when you hear grown men

Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the is serious
Delerious, how we leave cats and niggaz curious
The true legend got caught, shit, you better call
Big like Dog 40 and the from the 7-11

I'm like Norris, the Texas ranger
The mic strangler, PMD, the fuckin' head
Mo' fo' real for them cats that kill
Pump a nine on the reg penetentiary steel

I just get down and I go for
Say 1, 2 and run down the line
Inclined to shine with techs and forty-four mags and
get too close because you might get shot