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 gettin' out the box

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

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

the marathon, flooded with the diamonds on
Get my rhymin' on, EPMD shinin' on
Back to Biz, new with the fat crib
My shit in the Wiz, poli'-in with the big

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

Off the meter, and we reach the
Tip-top and ya stop, uhh!
In the field of rap, we pull rank no
We top the Scale

Bust the techniques, E.D.
Unreal GangStarr shit, Mass
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, keep it underground like level
I rock a Rolex watch with a diamond

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

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

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

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

We stripped too beats to make too many niggaz to break
No moves are fake, no warnin' shots fired blastin' on
Like corrupt
The Viper, scream on MC's and rhyme cyphers
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 beef so dead that, let that shit cease
I'm quick the hands, plus accurate with the two-piece

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 field of rap, we pull no question
We top the Richter