Luyện nghe bài hát Check 1, 2

EPMD, Def Jam
it, uhh, huh, yo

It's on the microphone
My style be Elektra, I'm the Syl Rhome
Homes, walk around with forty-four
On safety, the mic in the end zone

This ain't the average shit, you used to front
And rounds will shoot you
So knock it off, Biggie Smalls said
"Duke, you soft, why you fuck with the boss?"

Where should I start? Breakin MCs or charts?
Diablo, PMD, Mic Doc with the purple heart
The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er, 'er
and back and if she wit it, straight in the shitter

So Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hydro, gats and ammo

With cheese than Lambeau, more heat than Rambo
Break down, dismantle, when I

I just get and I go for mines
Say check 1, 2 and run down the
Inclined to with techs and forty-four mags and nines
Don't get too close because you get shot

I just get and I go for mines
Say 1, 2 and run down the line
Inclined to shine with techs and mags and nines
Don't get too close because you might get

Uhh, yo, hey and yo!
fuckin' with us is bad news
Me and you got different
you might say is dope, I say's not
What I might wack, you'll call hot

The best for you is to think and hope
Or get choked and hung the velvet rope
'Cause you too theatrical, mess
And end up smackin' you, you, attackin' you

That's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the
Double beaucoup, just rippin' up mics is my crew do
Whatever suits you, pull out the burner, the shoot through
Roadblocks and campaigns with the two-two

Or nine that'll chew through your waistline
I'm accurate, waste mine, spit on bassline
Run with the potential to be on Dateline
I don't fake mine, you crazy while I pace mine

Yeah, now why y'all mess with the vets?
We've been doin' this shit [unverified]
I make shit that make you wanna smack producer
And ice grill him and you wanna kill him dead

And walk around leakin' in the bed for the
For playin' with the Mohican
[Unverified], fuck you in Puerto Rican
Keep quiet when you hear grown men

Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the shit is
Delerious, that's how we cats and niggaz curious
The true got caught, shit, you better call Kevin
Big like Dog 40 and the from the 7-11

I'm danger like Norris, the ranger
The mic strangler, PMD, the fuckin' head
Mo' skills fo' real for them that kill
Pump a on the reg behind penetentiary steel

I get down and I go for mines
Say 1, 2 and run down the line
Inclined to shine techs and forty-four mags and nines
Don't get too because you might get shot