Luyện nghe bài hát Business as Usual

(let's it to the stage, sucka)

sermon:
It's the e, and I'm smokin'. wild tone loc, I'm roastin, bakin' mcs,
The e I'm not jokin' so up, punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse, before they get 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 show up,
There one, blast 'im now.
[e, up.]
make me wait-wait* because it might be too late, the punk might escape,
And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and catch a bullshit charge,
trial.
It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck mc can't hang.
Don't forget, I'm crazy swift. my is erick sermon
[yeah, and I'm smith]
I could act foolish, blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now who's laughin'?
I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next 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 straight the heart.
suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start.
A young kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.
up hard work. no sleep and no shorts.
Brainstormin' with the skills 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, yeah my friends,
Who swim in my pool. it's time, flex the benz,
Around town, windows at the south town, cool j tape or k-solo "spellbound"
With fly girlies dippin, brothers and sippin'
Old gold, red bull, on my dick and
I'm just lampin' with my ek shades, truck-jewels, the man's paid.
But of course not, brother can't get his
Like for instance, when I cruise up the
In my 560 lampin' on my metro phone, chrome kit beamin' all off dome.
But a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way
That's how I you're 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 pound from here to okinowi...{kiss} and I'm ouuuutie!

Stay tuned to last episode, when I rock the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild 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 flow gun, so son, ya run,
'cause it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
We move wax like ...{scratch}
And when my jam the streets, the sounds explode.
Watch the right hook, duck the death jack,
I wonder the e and the p's at...
[can they do it ] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in '91] things get the bozack... [i'm mad...]