Luyện nghe bài hát Business as Usual

(let's it to the stage, sucka)

Erick
It's the e, and I'm smokin'. like tone loc, I'm roastin, bakin' mcs,
The e I'm not jokin' so back up, punk, up.
Watch your posse, before they 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 make me 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 act foolish, start blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now who's laughin'?
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 gots to tell) (I'm mad!) 4x

My life story I straight from the heart.
When tried to crash my shit straight from start.
A young kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.
Straight up hard work. no and no shorts.
Brainstormin' with the that pop duke 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 up and real shitty.
the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends,
Who swim in my pool. when 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, hands on my and
I'm lampin' with my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid.
But of course not, can't get his props
for instance, when I cruise up the block
In my 560 lampin' on my phone, chrome kit beamin' all off your dome.
But a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way
how I knew you're on my dick kid, but it's okay.
It's normal, relax, your head's 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 this episode, when I rock the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild that I be usin', in fact black,
It causes {mass
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, I pack
In my flow gun, so son, ya run,
'cause when it to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
We move wax like ...{scratch}
And my jam hits the streets, the sounds 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 things get the bozack... mad...]