Luyện nghe bài hát Industry

Yea, (another gutter...) you know we had to do it this baby! Nah-mean?
My nigga D, we walk the motherfucking' doors
Of the together baby! Nah-mean? (Gots to tell the truth)
You gave that shit dog, Ya know what I'm
Me like yo, go hard on these niggas baby, Nah-mean? (Gots to the truth)
Go hard just let know
What the fuck is really on
Now what the fuck I did! Aight!
Arf, Arf. What!

1]
The man its not the same
The its not a fucking game
The real niggas is dying to get in
The industry; just define don't fit in
The ain't what it used to be
The industry; trying to the way you MC
They want you to dress like that this and like that
But I'm gon' dress like and talk with the gat
The industry; got word meaning nothing
The industry; what you heard cause he's bluffing
The money, bitches, hate
But I dare you to try to take a fucking off my plate
The like "Wait!", but in the streets we like "Get 'em"
Set 'em teed up in that thing, 'em sleeping and hit 'em
And Ima pop whoever with 'em, the is coming to get 'em
niggas, so that's how I did 'em

The mad niggas is full of shit
The industry; mad is sucking dick
The bitches keep thinking its a game
The industry; don't mention my fucking
The industry; mad niggas is of shit
The mad niggas is sucking dick
The industry; bitches thinking its a game
The don't mention my fucking name, nigga

2]
The if you ain't got a strong mind
The you ain't get down its a matter of time
The industry; with nothing to feast on
The industry; see me I'm my beast on
The industry; staying in the dirt, in the dirt
Touch the wrong one in the industry and you get hurt
I'm not an industry artist, I'm an in the industry
That's why you what the I want, cause nobody can finish me
The wanted dead or alive
New artist to sell souls, the way they survive
The industry don't give a about you
But the couldn't make a dime without you
The industry; I'm of this industry shit
The industry; playing you like a bitch
They try to finish me but I am on, so I stand strong
Fuck the beat, listen to the words of the song

(over hook)]
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh (2X)
Shit is yo
They you money to make a album
You pay 'em back the money, they on the album
What part of the game is that? (I you the truth, I don't lie)
You write your own shit, but they hold on to your
What of the game is that?
(I don't try to nobody, I mind my business)
You what, the average nigga makes like
(All these industry could suck a fucking dick!!)
cents over a motherfucking record
We need a motherfucking baby!!!

[Outro performance on Def Poetry Jam]

Often, my words fall on ears
Motherfuckers be listenin' but hear
Talkin' to 'em and they be sittin' right
I be like "Where you goin'!?", be like "Yeah"