Luyện nghe bài hát Business as Usual

(let's it to the stage, sucka)

Erick
It's the e, and I'm smokin'. wild like tone loc, I'm roastin, mcs,
The e I'm not jokin' so up, punk, slack 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 up, any wack mc that show up,
goes 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 a bullshit charge,
trial.
It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck mc can't hang.
forget, I'm crazy swift. my name is erick sermon
[yeah, and I'm smith]
I could act foolish, start blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now laughin'?
I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, time 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 I tell straight from the heart.
When suckers tried to crash my shit from start.
A black kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.
Straight up hard work. no and no shorts.
Brainstormin' the skills that pop duke taught.
To swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
Now I the benz, you ride the dick, with your punk friends,
Straight up from punk city, my attitude's fucked up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, my so-called 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"
With fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin' and
Old gold, red bull, hands on my and
I'm just lampin' my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid.
But of course not, brother can't get his
for instance, when I cruise up the block
In my 560 lampin' on my phone, chrome kit beamin' all off your dome.
But like a sucka, yeah, you the other way
That's how I knew 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 pound from here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and I'm ouuuutie!

Stay tuned to 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 {mass
It's a fallout, sucker mcs and crowds 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 wax like kilos ...{scratch}
And my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode.
the right hook, duck the death blow jack,
I wonder the e and the p's at...
they do it again? ] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in until things get the bozack... [i'm mad...]