Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Payback

Eh yo, whassup E

Yo up man?

Yo these crab
Got us up behind these walls man
But I'm ready to break out there and do
You know I'm sayin?
So what's the magic

Open Sesame, and let down the gate
Before you scream EPMD, you should
I roll with a posse, can you try to me
Also yo, your brothers to pop me
On the sneak tip, me knowin
So I keep goin, and my keep flowin
On and on, and I quit
I get to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to fun
I'm the chosen 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 eyes your
Then over, a hop skip and a jump
To the next town, to go punk a
try to diss me, and try to bust caps
I'm not it, and that means no haps Jack
So get the bozack, and lay off the crack, cause that's
is the big payback

As I go and flow, to a different type of
(Why MD?) C'mon E, cause P it simple
Plus I'm strikin like lightnin, throwin blows Tyson
Slayin MC's on the Q-T, sorta a sniper
So if a don't like me, the feelin is mutual
I tune my rhyme to a low RPM, then shift to
And a 40 (what kind) of Olde E
To an MC (how) on the Q-T
(So what's your name boy?) C'mon E, you it's M.D
Now while I'm he's checkin, all the bodies that's left and
A behind the stage, the P is like steppin
Off the scenes, I see lights and si-rens
everywhere, but no one seen a thing
When cops ask questions, my description is
No at all, just bodies behind the stage
One witness out, that he was dressed in black
Stupid link, with a Fisherman hat
A cop says yo how he from the spot?
"In a black car, I think it was an Iroc
But the were tinted, and we couldn't get a look"
(Why?) was smoke from the rubber he cooked
The big

No Rome-et-oh, or Juliette story
EPMD, the fame and the glory
The rappin technique, like fencin
Dangerous, it you in suspense
And you have to be cool, and plus stamina
Cause if you don't, I'm end up stabbin ya
In your guts, the razor cuts
And I'mma stick and pick, until your mind goes
It might sound gross, or your stomach bubble
But don't ever ever ever, mess E Double
I'm like Jumpin Jack Flash, a Spy an Eye
I do no stunts, and I'm not The Guy
I'm the E, the R-I-C-K, that's all
Say some check one-twos, and some yes yes
I'm the man of the hour, too to be sour
(So what you E?) I got "Soul power!"
So dig it, as I it, keep your eyes open
a brother like me, is always scopin
In fact, you should pack, I cut no slack
like that, this is the big payback

If rappin was a tribe I'd be the commanche
Hat, fat link, chunky rings, fancy
So up MC's, and off we go
not a rodeo, but I carry a lasso
Cause I'm from vacation, cause sucker kept slippin
off-beat, plus they tune wasn't hittin
Don't wanna claim a on the M-I-C
But I can go state to state, cold rippin with E
Cause whether maxin or relaxin, or taxin
Never to a show without packin
My partners, Mr. Smith and Mr.
So moves funny, at the rappin session
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for or chuckles
I clear lyrics, while your bass sound muffled
(You sniff blow?) Hell no, and still flow and say
More or do a show, nah
The only high I get, is when my fans HOE
So get the bo-zack, we're back to hack
Here to let you that it's the big payback