Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter

It lights, camera, action I'm on
One more time to kill 'em, my rap flow is
I with the Beastie Boys, "What time is it?"
It's two o'clock, you gettin' 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 of hard 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
MC's out to trap, when we run through, like what?

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

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

the techniques, E.D. fantastic
Unreal GangStarr shit, 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, brown
Hell of a jab, of gab
I'm the elite, keep it underground street level
I a Rolex watch with a diamond bezel

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

The front door, rugged, keeps our raw
hits 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 field of rap, we pull 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 Scale

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

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

We stripped too many beats to too many niggaz to break
No are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on crews
corrupt Jakes
The Black Viper, on MC's and rhyme cyphers
More Mind than, Michelle Pfeiffer

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

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 Richter

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 Scale