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 back up, punk, up.
Watch your weak posse, they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, by three, yo p...
[parrish: up, e.d.? ]
Pass the uzi, to blow up, any wack mc show up,
goes 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 thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck mc that hang.
Don't forget, I'm crazy swift. my name is erick
[yeah, and I'm smith]
I act foolish, start blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now who's laughin'?
I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, 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 I tell straight from the heart.
When suckers to crash my shit straight from start.
A young black kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or cess.
up hard work. no sleep and no shorts.
Brainstormin' with the skills pop duke taught.
To swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
Now I ride the benz, you ride the dick, with your friends,
Straight up pussy punk city, my attitude's fucked up and real 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 lampin' with my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the paid.
But of not, brother can't get his props
Like for instance, I cruise up the block
In my 560 on my metro 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.
Caught in the rap skit, ya be trusted.
'cause my sounds pound from here to okinowi...{kiss} and I'm ouuuutie!

Stay tuned to this last episode, I rock the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the style 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, rhymes I
In my flow gun, so son, ya run,
'cause when it to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
We wax like kilos ...{scratch}
And my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode.
the right hook, duck the death blow jack,
I wonder the e and the p's at...
[can do it again? ] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in until things get the bozack... [i'm mad...]