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 so back up, punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse, before get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, by three, yo p...
[parrish: 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* 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 that hang.
forget, I'm crazy swift. my name is erick sermon
[yeah, and I'm parrish
I could act foolish, 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 gots to tell) (I'm mad!) 4x

My story I tell 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.
Straight up work. no sleep and no shorts.
with the skills that pop duke taught.
To swingin', yeah, and not to quit.
Now I ride the benz, you ride the dick, with punk friends,
Straight up pussy from punk city, my fucked up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, my so-called friends,
Who swim in my pool. when time, flex the benz,
Around town, windows down at the south town, cool j tape or "spellbound"
With fly dippin, brothers grippin' and sippin'
Old gold, red bull, on my dick and
I'm lampin' with my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid.
But of course not, can't get his props
Like for instance, when I up the block
In my 560 lampin' on my metro phone, chrome kit 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 here to okinowi...{kiss} 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, 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 eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes I pack
In my flow gun, so son, ya run,
'cause when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we none.
We move wax like ...{scratch}
And when my jam hits the streets, the explode.
Watch the right hook, the death blow jack,
I where the e and the p's at...
[can do it again? ] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in until things get the bozack... [i'm mad...]