Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Mad

Erick
the e, and I'm smokin'. wild like tone loc, I'm roastin, bakin' mcs,
The e I'm not jokin' so up, punk, slack up.
Watch weak posse, before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, by three, yo p...
[parrish: 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 wait-wait* because it might be too late, the punk escape,
And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and i'm-a catch a charge,
trial.
It's my to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck mc that can't hang.
forget, I'm crazy swift. my name is erick sermon
[yeah, and I'm parrish
I could act foolish, start blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now laughin'?
let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me...
[...holler like ya me!]
I'm mad...

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

My life I tell straight from the heart.
When suckers to crash my shit straight from start.
A young kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.
Straight up work. no sleep and no shorts.
with the skills that pop duke taught.
To swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
Now I ride the benz, you ride the dick, your punk friends,
Straight up pussy from punk city, my fucked up and real shitty.
the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends,
Who swim in my pool. when it's time, 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 lampin' with my ek shades, truck-jewels, the man's paid.
But of course not, brother get his props
Like for instance, when I up the block
In my 560 on my metro phone, chrome kit beamin' all off your dome.
But like a sucka, yeah, you the other way
That's how I knew you're on my kid, but it's okay.
normal, relax, your whole head's busted.
Caught in the rap skit, ya be trusted.
'cause my sounds pound here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and I'm ouuuutie!

Stay tuned to this last episode, when I the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild style I be usin', in fact black,
It causes {mass
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 clint eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes I pack
In my flow gun, so son, ya run,
'cause when it to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
We wax like kilos ...{scratch}
And my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode.
the right hook, duck the death blow jack,
I where the e and the p's at...
they do it again? ] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in until things get the bozack... [i'm mad...]