Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter

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

Then kicked off the block, Def Hit Squad
No we stop, fuck it, call the cops
I be the invincible, in the school of knocks, I'm the principle
Joe you know

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

Like the marathon, flooded the diamonds on
Get my rhymin' on, 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 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 of rap, we pull rank no question
We top the Richter

Bust the techniques, E.D.
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, chocolate
of a jab, gift of gab
I'm the elite, it underground like street level
I rock a Rolex with a diamond bezel

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

The door, rugged, keeps our shit raw
Make for the fans, plus the world tour
that, peep that E and P's back
Wreckin' heads daily, so chill and get the

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

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

I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, you tell?
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 too many beats to make too many niggaz to break
No moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on
Like Jakes
The Black Viper, scream on and rhyme cyphers
More Dangerous Mind than, Michelle

So skedaddle-daddle, you get don't wanna battle-battle
Put one to your rhyme saddle, through, like wild cattle
We beef so dead that, let that shit cease
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 Richter

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 Scale