Luyện nghe bài hát Check 1, 2

EPMD, Def Jam
it, uhh, huh, yo

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

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

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

So Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hydro, pack and ammo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 men speakin'

Or get smacked, ain't no game, the shit is serious
Delerious, that's how we leave cats and niggaz
The true legend got caught, shit, you better Kevin
Big like Dog 40 and the Dutch from the

I'm danger Norris, the Texas ranger
The mic strangler, PMD, the head banger
Mo' skills fo' real for them cats that
a nine on the reg behind penetentiary steel

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