Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter

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

Then off the block, Def Squad 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 suffer the repercussions, comin' through the
Bust the crime scene, 'cause drama
Niggaz duckin' when we come through, the jab, in the one-two
Layin' MC's out to trap, we run through, like what?

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

Off the meter, and everytime we the
and ya don't 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 rank no question
We top the Scale

Bust the techniques, E.D.
Unreal GangStarr shit, Appeal
top dawg, I'm the one you call on
To get Sic'-Wid-It, E don't it

I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, chocolate
Hell of a jab, 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 Scale, blowin' hotter than ever
With the Squadron, beg your pardon, got the heads
Lost your mind and said, "Shit!" we barged in

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

Off the meter, and everytime we the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we rank no question
We top the Scale

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 cats be
Servin' you and those fake hustlers
Whassup? Step to me, I you silly
I'm the Kid, but no to Billy

I ain't of you motherfuckers, can't you tell?
Girls lose to me when 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 make too many to break
No moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired on crews
corrupt Jakes
The Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme cyphers
More Dangerous Mind than, Michelle

So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled wanna battle-battle
Put one to your rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild
We flow beef so dead that, let that cease
I'm quick with the hands, plus accurate 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 Scale

Off the meter, and everytime we the
and ya don't stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull no question
We top the Richter