Luyện nghe bài hát Business as Usual

(let's it to the stage, sucka)

Erick
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 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,
There goes one, 'im now.
[e, up.]
*don't 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 that hang.
Don't forget, I'm crazy swift. my name is 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, next you see me...
[...holler like ya me!]
I'm mad...

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

My life story I tell from the heart.
When suckers tried to crash my 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 ride the dick, with punk 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. when it's time, the benz,
Around town, windows at the south town, cool j tape or k-solo "spellbound"
fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin' and sippin'
Old gold, red bull, on my dick and
I'm just lampin' my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid.
But of course not, can't get his props
Like for instance, I cruise up the block
In my 560 lampin' on my metro phone, chrome kit beamin' all off 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, whole head's busted.
Caught in the rap skit, ya be trusted.
'cause my sounds pound from here to okinowi...{kiss} and I'm ouuuutie!

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