Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Mad

Erick
the e, and I'm smokin'. wild like tone loc, I'm roastin, bakin' 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 blow up, any mc that show up,
There 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 catch a bullshit charge,
trial.
It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to a duck 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, 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 tell from 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,
up pussy from punk city, my attitude's fucked up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, yeah my friends,
Who swim in my pool. when it's time, the benz,
Around town, down at the south town, cool j tape or k-solo "spellbound"
With fly girlies dippin, brothers and sippin'
Old gold, red bull, on my dick and
I'm just 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, kit beamin' all off your dome.
But like a sucka, yeah, you looked the way
That's how I you're on my dick kid, but it's okay.
normal, relax, your whole head's busted.
Caught in the rap skit, ya be trusted.
'cause my sounds from here to okinowi...{kiss} peace and I'm ouuuutie!

Stay tuned to this last episode, when I the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild style I be usin', in fact black,
It {mass confusion}
It's a fallout, when 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 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.
Watch the right hook, duck the death jack,
I wonder the e and the p's at...
[can they do it ] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in '91] things get the bozack... [i'm mad...]