Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Mad

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 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 make me because it might be too late, the punk might escape,
And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and catch a bullshit charge,
trial.
It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a mc that can't hang.
forget, I'm crazy swift. my name is erick sermon
[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, next 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 I tell straight from the heart.
When suckers tried to crash my shit from start.
A black kid destined 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, with your friends,
up pussy 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,
Around town, windows down at the south town, cool j 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 get his props
Like for instance, I cruise up the block
In my 560 lampin' on my metro phone, chrome kit all off your dome.
But a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way
That's how I knew on my dick kid, but it's okay.
It's normal, relax, whole head's 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 this last episode, when I rock the and the mic explodes.
This is not the style that I be usin', in fact black,
It causes confusion}
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 gun, so son, ya better run,
'cause when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we none.
We wax like kilos ...{scratch}
And when my jam the streets, the sounds explode.
Watch the right hook, duck the blow jack,
I where the e and the p's at...
[can they do it ] you bet your ass, black.
you in '91] until things get the bozack... [i'm mad...]