Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter

It lights, camera, action I'm on
One more time to kill 'em, my rap is fulfilling
I scream with the Beastie Boys, "What is it?"
It's two o'clock, you gettin' out the box

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

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

the marathon, flooded 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 GangStarr shit, 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, chocolate
of a jab, gift of gab
I'm the elite, keep it underground like street
I rock a Rolex watch with a bezel

Rap terror, EPMD, a new era
Off the Richter Scale, hotter than ever
With the Squadron, beg pardon, got the heads noddin'
your mind and said, "Shit!" when we barged in

The front door, rugged, keeps our raw
Make hits for the fans, plus the world
Believe that, peep E and P's back
heads daily, so chill and get the bozack

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
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull rank no
We top the Scale

Yo Royal Flush-in, all my be bustin'
you customers and those fake hustlers
Whassup? Step to me, I smack you
I'm the Kid, but no comparison to

I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, can't you
Girls lose to me when groove to Maxwell
I got one life to live so I'm
Got to be hittin', more cars to be drivin'

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

So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna
Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like cattle
We flow beef so dead that, let that shit
I'm quick the hands, plus 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
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull rank no
We top the Richter