Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Mad

Erick
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 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.]
*don't make me wait-wait* because it might be too late, the might escape,
And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and i'm-a catch a charge,
trial.
It's my thing to swing, your first to bring 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, 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 story I tell straight the heart.
When suckers tried to 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' 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,
Straight up from punk city, my attitude's fucked up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, my so-called friends,
Who swim in my pool. when time, flex the benz,
Around town, windows down at the 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 with my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid.
But of course not, brother can't get his
Like for instance, I cruise up the block
In my 560 lampin' on my metro phone, chrome kit all off your dome.
But like a sucka, yeah, you looked the way
That's how I knew 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 last episode, when I rock the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild that I be usin', in fact black,
It causes 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 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 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...]