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.
Watch your 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,
There one, blast 'im now.
[e, up.]
*don't me wait-wait* because it might be too late, the punk 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 bring a duck mc that hang.
Don't forget, I'm swift. my name 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 like ya 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 crash my straight from start.
A young kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.
up hard 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 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 girlies dippin, brothers grippin' and
Old gold, red bull, hands on my and
I'm lampin' with my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid.
But of course not, brother get his props
for instance, when I cruise 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 pound from here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and I'm ouuuutie!

Stay tuned to this episode, when I rock the house 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 gun, so son, ya better run,
'cause when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we none.
We move wax kilos ...{scratch}
And when my jam the streets, the sounds explode.
Watch the right hook, duck the blow jack,
I wonder the e and the p's at...
[can they do it again? ] you bet ass, black.
[see you in until things get the bozack... [i'm mad...]