Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Mad

Erick
It's the e, and I'm smokin'. wild like loc, I'm roastin, bakin' mcs,
The e I'm not jokin' so up, punk, slack up.
Watch 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 catch a bullshit charge,
trial.
It's my to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck mc that can't hang.
Don't forget, I'm crazy swift. my is erick sermon
[yeah, and I'm parrish
I could act foolish, blastin'. ha ha ha ha, now who's laughin'?
I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next you see me...
[...holler like ya me!]
I'm mad...

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

My life story I tell straight the heart.
When suckers tried to crash my shit straight start.
A black kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.
Straight up hard work. no and no shorts.
Brainstormin' with the skills that pop 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 attitude's up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, yeah my friends,
Who swim in my pool. when it's time, 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, 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 lampin' on my metro phone, kit beamin' all off your dome.
But like a sucka, yeah, you the other way
That's how I knew you're on my dick kid, but okay.
It's normal, relax, your whole busted.
Caught in the rap skit, ya be trusted.
my sounds pound from here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and I'm ouuuutie!

Stay to this last episode, when I rock the house and the mic explodes.
is not the buckwild style that I be usin', in fact black,
It causes {mass
It's a fallout, 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 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 hits the streets, the explode.
Watch the right hook, duck the death jack,
I where the e and the p's at...
they do it again? ] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in '91] until get the bozack... [i'm mad...]