Luyện nghe bài hát Industry

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

1]
The industry; man its not the
The industry; its not a game
The industry; real niggas is to get in
The industry; define they don't fit in
The ain't what it used to be
The trying to control the way you MC
They want you to dress like that this and talk that
But I'm dress like this and talk with the gat
The industry; got y'all meaning nothing
The industry; fuck what you heard cause he's
The industry; money, bitches,
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 thing, catch 'em sleeping and hit 'em
And Ima pop whoever 'em, the coroner is coming to get 'em
Industry niggas, so how I did 'em

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

2]
The Industry; if you got a strong mind
The you ain't get down its a matter of time
The industry; vultures nothing to feast on
The industry; see me I'm my beast on
The staying in the dirt, playing in the dirt
the wrong one in the industry and you will get hurt
I'm not an artist, I'm an artist in the industry
That's why you what the fuck I want, cause can finish me
The industry; wanted dead or
New artist to sell they souls, the way 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 playing you like a industry bitch
They try to finish me quick but I am on, so I strong
Fuck the beat, to the words of the damn song

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

[Outro from on Def Poetry Jam]

Often, my words fall on deaf
be listenin' but don't hear
Talkin' to 'em and they be right here
I be like "Where you goin'!?", be like "Yeah"