Luyện nghe bài hát Business as Usual

(let's it to the stage, sucka)

sermon:
It's the e, and I'm smokin'. like tone loc, I'm roastin, bakin' mcs,
The e I'm not jokin' so back up, punk, up.
Watch weak posse, before they 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 wack mc that up,
There goes one, 'im now.
[e, up.]
make me wait-wait* because it might be too late, the punk might escape,
And whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and i'm-a catch a bullshit charge,
trial.
It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a mc that can't hang.
Don't forget, I'm swift. my name is erick sermon
[yeah, and I'm smith]
I could act foolish, start blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now laughin'?
I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, time you see me...
[...holler ya know me!]
I'm mad...

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

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

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

I'm not a new jack, my are not wack, and in fact,
I'm like clint eastwood, 'stead of bullets, I pack
In my gun, so son, ya better run,
'cause when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we none.
We move wax 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 do it again? ] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in '91] things get the bozack... [i'm mad...]