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 forty-four chrome
On safety, the mic in the end zone

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

should 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 gats and

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

I get down and I go for mines
Say check 1, 2 and run the line
Inclined to shine with techs and forty-four and nines
Don't get too because 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!
EPMD fuckin' 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 hung with the rope
you too theatrical, mess around
And end up smackin' you, you, attackin' you

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

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

Yeah, now why y'all wanna mess with the
We've been doin' this shit since
I make shit that make you smack your producer
And ice him and make you wanna kill him dead

And around leakin' in the bed for the weekend
For playin' the last Mohican
[Unverified], that's fuck you in Rican
Keep quiet when you hear grown men

Or get smacked, this no game, the shit is serious
Delerious, that's how we leave and niggaz curious
The true legend got caught, shit, you better Kevin
Big like Dog 40 and the from the 7-11

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

I just get down and I go for
Say 1, 2 and run down the line
Inclined to shine with and forty-four mags and nines
get too close because you might get shot