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 your weak posse, before they get up.
One by one, two by two, by three, yo p...
[parrish: up, e.d.? ]
Pass the uzi, to blow up, any mc that show up,
There one, blast 'im now.
[e, up.]
*don't make me because it might be too late, the punk might escape,
And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and i'm-a catch a charge,
trial.
It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a mc that can't hang.
Don't forget, I'm crazy swift. my name is sermon
[yeah, and I'm parrish
I could act foolish, start blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now laughin'?
I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next 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 from the heart.
When suckers tried to crash my shit straight start.
A black kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.
Straight up hard work. no and no shorts.
Brainstormin' with the skills pop duke taught.
To swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
Now I the benz, you ride the dick, with your punk friends,
up pussy from punk city, my attitude's fucked up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, my so-called friends,
Who swim in my pool. when it's time, the benz,
Around town, windows down at the south town, cool j or k-solo "spellbound"
With fly girlies dippin, brothers and sippin'
Old gold, red bull, hands on my and
I'm just lampin' with my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the paid.
But of not, brother can't get his props
Like for instance, when I up the block
In my 560 lampin' on my metro phone, chrome kit all off your dome.
But a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way
how I knew you're on my dick kid, but it's okay.
It's normal, relax, your whole busted.
Caught in the rap skit, ya be trusted.
'cause my pound from here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and I'm ouuuutie!

Stay tuned to this episode, when I rock the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild style that I be usin', in 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 like clint eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes I
In my flow gun, so son, ya run,
'cause when it to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
We wax like kilos ...{scratch}
And my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode.
Watch the hook, duck the death blow jack,
I where the e and the p's at...
[can do it again? ] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in until things get the bozack... [i'm mad...]