Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Mad

Erick
It's the e, and I'm smokin'. wild like tone loc, I'm roastin, mcs,
The e I'm not jokin' so 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.? ]
Pass the uzi, to blow up, any wack mc show up,
There one, blast 'im now.
[e, up.]
*don't make me wait-wait* because it might be too late, the punk 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 crazy swift. my 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, 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 destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or cess.
Straight up hard work. no and no shorts.
with the skills that pop duke taught.
To swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
Now I ride the benz, you the dick, with your punk friends,
Straight up pussy from punk city, my fucked up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, my so-called friends,
Who swim in my pool. it's time, flex the benz,
Around town, down at the south town, cool j tape or k-solo "spellbound"
With fly girlies dippin, brothers 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 not, brother can't get his props
Like for instance, when I up the block
In my 560 lampin' on my phone, chrome kit beamin' 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.
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, when I rock the and the mic explodes.
is not the buckwild style that I be usin', in fact black,
It causes confusion}
It's a fallout, when mcs and crowds 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, I pack
In my gun, so son, ya better run,
when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
We wax like kilos ...{scratch}
And my jam hits 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 again? ] you bet ass, black.
[see you in '91] things get the bozack... [i'm mad...]