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 so back up, punk, slack 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 show up,
There one, blast 'im now.
[e, up.]
*don't make me because it might be too late, the punk might escape,
And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and i'm-a a bullshit charge,
trial.
It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a mc that can't hang.
Don't forget, I'm crazy swift. my name is sermon
[yeah, and I'm parrish
I could act foolish, start blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now who's
I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next you see me...
[...holler like ya 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 my shit straight from start.
A young black kid 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 pussy punk city, my attitude's fucked up and real shitty.
the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends,
Who swim in my pool. it's time, flex the benz,
Around town, windows down at the south town, cool j 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, obviously the paid.
But of course not, brother can't get his
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 the other way
That's how I you're on my dick kid, but it's okay.
It's normal, relax, your whole busted.
in the rap skit, ya couldn't be trusted.
'cause my sounds from here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and I'm ouuuutie!

Stay to this last episode, when I rock the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild that I be usin', in fact black,
It causes confusion}
a fallout, when sucker mcs and crowds call out my name,
Oh what a 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 gun, so son, ya better run,
'cause it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
We move wax kilos ...{scratch}
And when my jam the streets, the sounds explode.
Watch the hook, duck the death blow jack,
I wonder the e and the p's at...
[can they do it again? ] you bet ass, black.
you in '91] until things get the bozack... [i'm mad...]