Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, E Double?

Yo up man?

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

Sesame, and let down the main gate
Before you EPMD, you should wait
I roll a posse, can you try to stop me
Also yo, brothers tried to pop me
On the sneak tip, without me
So I goin, and my rhymes keep flowin
On and on, and I don't
I get pushed to the limit, and yo it
by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the one, yes me my son
A young kid the ghetto, a kiddie from 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 your contacts
flex over, a hop skip and a jump
To the next town, to go a chump
MC's try to me, and try to bust caps
I'm not havin it, and means no haps Jack
So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, that's wack
This is the big

As I go and flow, to a different of tempo
(Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P keep it
Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, blows like Tyson
Slayin MC's on the Q-T, sorta like a
So if a sucker like me, the feelin is mutual
I my rhyme to a low RPM, then shift 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 wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies that's and
A behind the stage, the P is like steppin
Off the scenes, I see lights and si-rens
Witness everywhere, but no one a thing
When ask questions, my description is vague
No answers at all, just bodies the stage
One witness yells out, that he was in black
dookie link, with a Fisherman hat
A cop yo how he fleed from the spot?
"In a black sports car, I it was an Iroc
But the windows tinted, and we couldn't get a look"
(Why?) There was from the rubber he cooked
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or romance story
EPMD, the fame and the glory
The rappin technique, somethin like
Dangerous, it you in suspense
And you have to be cool, and have stamina
if you don't, I'm gonna end up stabbin ya
In your guts, from the cuts
And I'mma stick and pick, until your goes nuts
It might sound gross, or make stomach bubble
But don't ever ever ever, mess with E
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 some check one-twos, and some yes yes
I'm the man of the hour, too to be sour
(So you sayin E?) I got "Soul power!"
So dig it, as I kick it, keep eyes open
a brother like me, is always scopin
In fact, you should pack, because I cut no
It's that, this is the big payback

If rappin was a tribe I'd be the chief
Hat, fat link, rings, nothing fancy
So up MC's, and off we go
It's not a rodeo, but I carry a
Cause I'm back from vacation, cause sucker kept
Rappin off-beat, plus they wasn't hittin
Don't claim a style on the M-I-C
But I can go state to state, cold rippin shows E
whether maxin or relaxin, waxin or taxin
Never step to a show packin
My partners, Mr. and Mr. Wesson
So moves funny, at the rappin session
I'm Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or chuckles
I clear lyrics, while your bass sound muffled
(You sniff blow?) no, and still flow and say dough
More or do a show, nah
The high I get, is when my fans yell HOE
So get the bo-zack, we're back to hack
Here to let you that it's the big payback