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 jokin' so back up, punk, up.
your weak 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,
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 catch 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 name is sermon
[yeah, and I'm smith]
I could act foolish, start blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now who's
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 straight from the heart.
When suckers tried to my shit straight 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 the dick, with your punk friends,
Straight up from punk city, my attitude's fucked up and real shitty.
the backstabbers, yeah my so-called 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 dippin, brothers grippin' and sippin'
Old gold, red bull, on my dick and
I'm just lampin' with my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the paid.
But of course not, brother can't get his
Like for instance, when I up the block
In my 560 lampin' on my metro phone, kit beamin' all off your dome.
But like a sucka, yeah, you looked the way
That's how I knew you're on my 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 from here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and I'm ouuuutie!

Stay tuned to this last episode, I rock the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild style that I be usin', in black,
It {mass confusion}
It's a fallout, when sucker mcs and crowds 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 eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes I pack
In my flow gun, so son, ya run,
'cause it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
We move wax like ...{scratch}
And when my jam the streets, the sounds explode.
Watch the right hook, duck the death jack,
I where the e and the p's at...
[can do it again? ] you bet your ass, black.
you in '91] until things get the bozack... [i'm mad...]