Luyện nghe bài hát Business as Usual

(let's it to the stage, sucka)

Erick
the e, and I'm smokin'. wild like tone loc, I'm roastin, bakin' mcs,
The e I'm not jokin' so back up, punk, up.
Watch your weak posse, before get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, by three, yo p...
[parrish: up, e.d.? ]
Pass the uzi, to up, any wack mc that show up,
goes one, blast 'im now.
[e, up.]
*don't make me wait-wait* because it might be too late, the might escape,
And buck whyle, and in fact, my style, and i'm-a catch a bullshit charge,
trial.
It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck mc that hang.
forget, I'm crazy swift. my name is erick sermon
[yeah, and I'm smith]
I could act foolish, start blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now who's
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 to tell) {scratching} (I'm mad!) 4x

My life story I straight from the heart.
When suckers to crash my shit straight from start.
A young black kid for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.
Straight up hard work. no and no shorts.
Brainstormin' with the skills that pop taught.
To swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
Now I ride the benz, you the dick, with your punk friends,
Straight up pussy punk city, my attitude's fucked up and real shitty.
the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends,
Who in my pool. when it's time, flex the benz,
Around town, windows down at the south town, j tape or k-solo "spellbound"
With fly dippin, brothers grippin' and sippin'
Old gold, red bull, hands on my 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, I cruise up the block
In my 560 lampin' on my metro phone, kit beamin' all off your dome.
But like a sucka, yeah, you the other way
That's how I knew you're on my kid, but it's okay.
It's normal, relax, your head's busted.
Caught in the rap skit, ya be trusted.
my sounds pound from here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and I'm ouuuutie!

Stay to this last episode, when I rock the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild style I be usin', in fact black,
It {mass confusion}
a fallout, when sucker 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, I pack
In my flow gun, so son, ya run,
when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
We move wax kilos ...{scratch}
And when my jam hits the streets, the explode.
the right hook, duck the death blow jack,
I wonder the e and the p's at...
they do it again? ] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in '91] until get the bozack... [i'm mad...]