Luyện nghe bài hát Industry Is Wack

(Intro: Tim Dog)
Yeahhhhh.
I wanna get some off my chest, shit off my chest
I wanna get some off my chest, shit off my chest
I wanna get shit off my chest

(Tim Dog)
I got this rap shit sewn, locked down, the ground to the sky
From L.A., all the way to I
Who am I? That motherfuckin nigga who be
I be rippin motherfuckers like I'm eatin on chicken
lickin, like I got you out of Sylvia's
Copeland's, Roscoe's, pollo,
Bo-jangles, Popeye's, KFC
Yo MC's ain't got no wins when they fuck with
I'm dramatic, - I'm charismatic
I'm down my niggaz (magnetic, magnetic)
My people, keepin it real, fuckin up your
Representin to the fullest, yo I got rhyme
SHOWTIME, pump more systems the Alpine
I bet you're thinkin to right now what's on my mind (word)
My fed up, yo I'm dead up
These faggot-ass rappers and these punk bitches get wet up
(WORD!) Runnin round the industry, frontin like jiggy
because you rap don't make you a piggy
Who is he? unknown sucka from the projects
a few demos, now you think you got it
Rhymin like Nas (what) lookin like (word?)
Beats mad weak (woo!) can't catch (ha!)
Sayin Def Jam's gonna you
You betta get a job and that bullshit behind you, WORD
You got some motherfuckin
I shoulda left yo' ass on the god damn
But leave it all the motherfuckin same
And focus my attention on those rappers in the
NOW, you made a jam that's hot (hot)
Then you made then that shit went pop (pop)
you made another then that shit had flopped
You deserve what yo' ass got, motherfucker!
to run after the whites
You to wear Timbs, now yo' ass is in tights
And every time I see you, all you wanna do is
Don't get mad cause my shit is right,
I'm a man like you
You wanna be fake, while I be true (word)
You be the next when you shoulda been you
Now tell me the FUCK am I supposed to do? BE-ATCH!

(Chorus 2X: Tim Dog) + (Kool Keith)
All I do is rap
Get some trap, and live life kinda fat, that's
But how a man just rap
(When the whole industry is WAK!)

(Interlude: Keith)
Yeah, Kool checkin in
That's right, for you wak I got to show, SKILL
Tell you like it is, get this shit off

(Kool Keith)
This ain't the Grammy awards, ass-tight
Niggaz are phony, tryin to act my peoples
TV stars, Mariah Carey, Janet
Her brother Michael, feelin babies for some action
Niggaz like Al Green, you trust Little Richard.
. bitchard
Girls slept with Rock Hudson
The NBA - your favorite ballplayer's gay
Girls go nut, get attracted wild sex
In big mansions, unsafe sex
Sniffin coke, movie roll in fly cards
Everybody has a card, runs a fake
I'm that O.J. who gives a about his case
like Madonna, that wearin paint on her face
You know the industry has already crossed over
A lot of turned bumblebee
Sodom and Gomorr', it's time for
Half of sick sing at the AIDS Foundation
I lay it down clown and your famous queer crown
Glamour and famous mixed up, you with Rod Stewart
Girls get caught, take off heels for they record deals
Did you get the deal

Got
And you sayyyyyyyyyyy...

(Chorus)

(Tim Dog) up!