Luyện nghe bài hát Business as Usual

(let's it to the stage, sucka)

Erick
It's the e, and I'm smokin'. wild like loc, I'm roastin, bakin' mcs,
The e I'm not jokin' so 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 might be too late, the might escape,
And whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and i'm-a catch a bullshit charge,
trial.
It's my thing to swing, first mistake to bring a duck mc that can't 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 who's
let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me...
[...holler ya know me!]
I'm mad...

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

My life story I tell straight 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 work. no sleep and no shorts.
Brainstormin' with the 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 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 tape or "spellbound"
fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin' and sippin'
Old gold, red bull, hands on my and
I'm lampin' with my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid.
But of not, brother can't get his props
Like for instance, when I cruise up the
In my 560 on my metro phone, chrome kit beamin' all off your dome.
But like a sucka, yeah, you 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 sounds from here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and I'm ouuuutie!

Stay tuned to this last episode, when I the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild style I be usin', in fact black,
It {mass confusion}
It's a fallout, when sucker mcs and 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 gun, so son, ya better 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.
the right hook, duck 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...]