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 tone loc, I'm roastin, mcs,
The e I'm not so back up, punk, slack up.
Watch weak 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 wack mc that up,
goes one, blast 'im now.
[e, up.]
*don't make me wait-wait* because it 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 swift. my name is erick sermon
[yeah, and I'm smith]
I could act foolish, blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now who's laughin'?
I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next you see me...
[...holler ya know me!]
I'm mad...

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

My life story I straight from the heart.
When suckers tried to crash my shit straight start.
A young black kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or cess.
Straight up work. no sleep and no shorts.
Brainstormin' the skills that pop duke taught.
To swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
Now I ride the benz, you ride the dick, with punk friends,
up pussy from punk city, my attitude's fucked up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, yeah my friends,
Who in my pool. when it's time, flex the benz,
town, windows down at the south town, cool j tape or k-solo "spellbound"
With fly girlies dippin, grippin' and sippin'
Old gold, red bull, hands on my and
I'm just lampin' my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid.
But of course not, can't 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 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 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, I rock the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the style that I be usin', in fact black,
It {mass confusion}
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 eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes I pack
In my gun, so son, ya better run,
'cause when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we none.
We move wax like ...{scratch}
And my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode.
Watch the right hook, the death blow jack,
I wonder the e and the p's at...
[can they do it again? ] you bet ass, black.
[see you in until things get the bozack... [i'm mad...]