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 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 wack mc that up,
goes one, blast '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 catch a charge,
trial.
It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to a duck mc that can't hang.
Don't forget, I'm swift. my name is erick sermon
[yeah, and I'm parrish
I act foolish, start 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 shit from start.
A young kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.
Straight up hard work. no and no shorts.
Brainstormin' with the skills that pop taught.
To swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
Now I the benz, you ride the dick, with your punk friends,
up pussy from punk city, my attitude's fucked up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, yeah my friends,
Who in my pool. when it's time, flex the benz,
Around town, windows down at the south town, j tape or k-solo "spellbound"
fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin' and sippin'
Old gold, red bull, on my dick and
I'm just lampin' with my ek shades, truck-jewels, 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 metro phone, kit beamin' all off your dome.
But like a sucka, yeah, you the other way
how I knew you're 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 the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild that I be usin', in fact black,
It causes {mass
It's a fallout, when sucker mcs and crowds 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 comes to and prisoners, we take none.
We move wax like ...{scratch}
And when my jam the streets, the sounds explode.
the right hook, duck the death blow jack,
I wonder the e and the p's at...
[can do it again? ] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in '91] until get the bozack... [i'm mad...]