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 so back 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.? ]
the uzi, to blow up, any wack mc that show up,
There one, blast 'im now.
[e, up.]
make me wait-wait* because it might be too late, the punk might escape,
And whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and i'm-a catch a bullshit charge,
trial.
It's my to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck 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'?
let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time 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 black kid for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.
up hard work. no sleep 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, your punk friends,
Straight up from punk city, my attitude's fucked up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, yeah my friends,
Who swim in my pool. when time, flex the benz,
town, windows down at the south town, cool j tape or k-solo "spellbound"
With fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin' and
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 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 a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way
That's how I knew you're on my dick kid, but okay.
normal, relax, your whole head's busted.
Caught in the rap skit, ya be trusted.
'cause my sounds pound from 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 style that 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 clint eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes I pack
In my flow gun, so son, ya run,
'cause 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, duck the death jack,
I where the e and the p's at...
[can they do it ] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in '91] until things get the bozack... mad...]