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 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 goes one, '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 a bullshit charge,
trial.
It's my thing to swing, your first to bring a duck mc that can't hang.
forget, I'm crazy 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 like ya me!]
I'm mad...

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

My life story I tell straight the heart.
When suckers tried to crash my shit from start.
A young black kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or cess.
up hard 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,
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, down at the south town, cool j tape or k-solo "spellbound"
With fly girlies dippin, grippin' and sippin'
Old gold, red bull, on my dick and
I'm just lampin' my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid.
But of not, brother can't get his props
for instance, when I cruise 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 you're on my dick kid, but okay.
It's normal, relax, your head's busted.
in the rap skit, ya couldn't be trusted.
'cause my pound from here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and I'm ouuuutie!

Stay tuned to last episode, when I rock the house and the mic explodes.
is not the buckwild style that I be usin', in fact black,
It causes confusion}
It's a fallout, sucker 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, rhymes I
In my gun, so son, ya better run,
'cause when it to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
We move wax like ...{scratch}
And my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode.
Watch the right hook, duck the death jack,
I wonder the e and the p's at...
[can they do it ] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in '91] until get the bozack... [i'm mad...]