Luyện nghe bài hát Business as Usual

(let's it to the stage, sucka)

sermon:
It's the e, and I'm smokin'. 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...
what's up, e.d.? ]
Pass the uzi, to blow up, any mc that show up,
goes one, blast 'im now.
[e, up.]
*don't me wait-wait* because it might be too late, the punk might escape,
And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and i'm-a a bullshit charge,
trial.
It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to a duck mc that can't hang.
Don't forget, I'm swift. my name is erick sermon
[yeah, and I'm parrish
I could act foolish, start blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now 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, gots to tell) {scratching} (I'm mad!) 4x

My life story I straight from 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 hard work. no and no shorts.
Brainstormin' with the skills 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 up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, yeah my friends,
Who in my pool. when it's time, flex the benz,
Around town, windows down at the town, cool j tape or k-solo "spellbound"
fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin' and sippin'
Old gold, red bull, on my dick and
I'm just lampin' with my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the paid.
But of course not, can't get his props
for instance, when I cruise up the block
In my 560 lampin' on my metro phone, kit beamin' all off your dome.
But like a sucka, yeah, you the other way
That's how I knew on my dick kid, but it's okay.
It's normal, relax, your whole busted.
in the rap skit, ya couldn't be trusted.
'cause my sounds pound here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and I'm ouuuutie!

Stay tuned to last episode, when I rock the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild style I be usin', in fact black,
It causes {mass
It's a fallout, when sucker mcs and call out my name,
Oh what a 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,
'cause it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
We wax like kilos ...{scratch}
And when my jam hits the streets, the explode.
Watch the right hook, duck the blow jack,
I where the e and the p's at...
[can do it again? ] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in '91] things get the bozack... [i'm mad...]