Luyện nghe bài hát Richter Scale

Check one,
Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter

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

Then off the block, Def Squad Hit Squad
No we won't stop, it, call the cops
I be the invincible, in the of hard knocks, I'm the principle
Joe you know

As you the repercussions, comin' through the blaze
Bust the crime scene, some drama
Niggaz duckin' when we through, throwin' the jab, in the one-two
Layin' out to trap, when we run through, like what?

the marathon, flooded with 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 we reach the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we rank no question
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

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 don't it

I'm six, two and a half, heavyset, brown
Hell of a jab, of gab
I'm the elite, it underground like street level
I rock a Rolex watch with a bezel

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

The door, rugged, keeps our shit raw
Make hits for the fans, the world tour
that, peep that E and P's back
Wreckin' 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 we reach the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we rank no question
We top the Scale

Yo Flush-in, all my cats be bustin'
Servin' you customers and those hustlers
Whassup? Step to me, I you silly
I'm the Kid, but no comparison to

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

We stripped too many beats to make too many to break
No are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on crews
Like corrupt
The Black Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme
More Dangerous Mind than, Pfeiffer

So skedaddle-daddle, you get rattled don't wanna
Put one to your rhyme saddle, through, like wild cattle
We flow beef so that, let that shit cease
I'm quick the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece

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 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 Richter