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 so back up, punk, slack up.
Watch your posse, before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, by three, yo p...
[parrish: up, e.d.? ]
the uzi, to blow up, any wack mc that show up,
There one, blast 'im now.
[e, up.]
*don't make me wait-wait* because it 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 mc that can't hang.
Don't forget, I'm crazy swift. my name is erick
[yeah, and I'm parrish
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 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 tried to crash my shit from start.
A young kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.
Straight up work. no sleep and no shorts.
with the skills that pop duke taught.
To swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
Now I the benz, you ride the dick, with your punk friends,
Straight up pussy from punk city, my attitude's fucked up and shitty.
the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends,
Who swim in my pool. it's time, flex the benz,
town, windows down at the south town, cool j tape or k-solo "spellbound"
With fly dippin, brothers grippin' and sippin'
Old gold, red bull, hands on my and
I'm just 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 you're on my dick kid, but okay.
It's normal, relax, your head's 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 episode, when I rock the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild style I be usin', in fact 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 eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes I pack
In my gun, so son, ya better run,
'cause when it to hostage and prisoners, we take 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] until get the bozack... [i'm mad...]