Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter

It goes lights, camera, I'm on
One time to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling
I scream the Beastie Boys, "What time is it?"
It's two o'clock, you gettin' 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 school of knocks, I'm the principle
Fatman Joe you

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

Like the marathon, with the diamonds on
Get my on, EPMD fuckin' shinin' on
Back to Biz, new address with the fat
My shit in the Wiz, poli'-in the big wigs

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

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

Bust the techniques, E.D.
GangStarr shit, Mass Appeal
Rap's top dawg, I'm the one you 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 level
I rock a Rolex watch with a diamond

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

The door, rugged, keeps our shit raw
Make for the fans, plus the world tour
Believe that, that 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 of rap, we pull rank no question
We top the Scale

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

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

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

We stripped too many beats to too many niggaz to break
No moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on
Like corrupt
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 rhyme saddle, stompin' through, wild cattle
We flow so dead that, let that shit cease
I'm quick with the hands, plus with the two-piece

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