Luyện nghe bài hát Business as Usual

(let's it to the stage, sucka)

Erick
It's the e, and I'm smokin'. like tone loc, I'm roastin, bakin' mcs,
The e I'm not so back up, punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse, before get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, by three, yo p...
what's up, e.d.? ]
Pass the uzi, to blow up, any mc that show up,
There goes one, 'im now.
[e, up.]
*don't make me wait-wait* because it be too late, the punk might escape,
And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and i'm-a a bullshit charge,
trial.
It's my thing to swing, your mistake to bring a duck mc that can't hang.
Don't forget, I'm crazy swift. my name is sermon
[yeah, and I'm smith]
I act foolish, start blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now who's laughin'?
I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, time you see me...
[...holler like ya me!]
I'm mad...

(here's a little story, I've gots to tell) (I'm mad!) 4x

My life story I tell straight the heart.
When tried to crash my shit straight from start.
A black kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.
Straight up work. no sleep and no shorts.
with the skills that pop duke taught.
To swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
Now I ride the benz, you ride the dick, with punk friends,
Straight up from punk city, my attitude's fucked up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, yeah my friends,
Who swim in my pool. it's time, flex the benz,
Around town, windows down at the south town, cool j or k-solo "spellbound"
fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin' and sippin'
Old gold, red bull, on my dick and
I'm just lampin' with my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the paid.
But of course not, can't get his props
Like for instance, I cruise up the block
In my 560 lampin' on my phone, chrome kit beamin' all off your dome.
But like a sucka, yeah, you the other way
That's how I knew on my dick kid, but it's okay.
It's normal, relax, whole head's busted.
Caught in the rap skit, ya be trusted.
'cause my sounds from here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and I'm ouuuutie!

Stay tuned to this last episode, when I the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild style I be usin', in fact black,
It causes confusion}
It's a fallout, when mcs and crowds call out my name,
Oh a shame I got {fame!}

I'm not a new jack, my are not wack, and in fact,
I'm clint eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes I pack
In my flow gun, so son, ya run,
'cause it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
We wax like kilos ...{scratch}
And when my jam hits the streets, the explode.
Watch the right hook, duck the death jack,
I where the e and the p's at...
[can they do it ] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in until things get the bozack... [i'm mad...]