Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter

It lights, camera, action I'm on
One more to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling
I scream 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 won't stop, it, call the cops
I be the invincible, in the school of hard knocks, I'm the
Joe you know

As you suffer the repercussions, through the blaze
Bust the crime scene, 'cause some
Niggaz duckin' when we come through, throwin' the jab, in the
Layin' out to trap, when we run through, like what?

the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on
Get my rhymin' on, fuckin' shinin' 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 field of rap, we pull 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 shit, Mass 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
of a jab, gift of gab
I'm the elite, keep it underground like street
I rock a Rolex watch with a diamond

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

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

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

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

Yo Royal Flush-in, all my cats be
Servin' you and those fake hustlers
Step to me, I smack you silly
I'm the Kid, but no comparison to

I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, can't you
Girls lose to me they groove to Maxwell
I got one to live so I'm livin'
Got girls to be hittin', more to be drivin'

We stripped too many to make too many niggaz to break
No moves are fake, no warnin' shots blastin' on crews
Like corrupt
The Black Viper, on MC's and rhyme cyphers
More Dangerous Mind than, Michelle

So skedaddle-daddle, you get don't wanna battle-battle
Put one to rhyme saddle, stompin' through, like wild 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
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 no question
We top the Richter