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 back up, punk, up.
Watch your weak posse, 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,
goes one, blast 'im now.
[e, up.]
*don't make me wait-wait* because it might be too late, the punk escape,
And whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and i'm-a 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 is erick sermon
[yeah, and I'm smith]
I act foolish, start blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now who's laughin'?
let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me...
[...holler ya know me!]
I'm mad...

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

My life story I tell straight the heart.
When suckers to crash my shit straight from start.
A young black kid for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.
Straight up work. no sleep and no shorts.
Brainstormin' with the 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 attitude's fucked up and shitty.
From the backstabbers, yeah my friends,
Who swim in my pool. when it's time, the benz,
town, windows down at the south town, cool j tape or k-solo "spellbound"
With fly girlies dippin, brothers and sippin'
Old gold, red bull, on my dick 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 cruise up the
In my 560 on my metro phone, chrome kit beamin' all off your dome.
But like a sucka, yeah, you looked the way
That's how I knew on my dick kid, but it's okay.
It's normal, relax, your 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 rock the and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild style that I be usin', in black,
It causes confusion}
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 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 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...
they do it again? ] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in '91] things get the bozack... [i'm mad...]