Luyện nghe bài hát Industry Is Wack

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

(Tim Dog)
I got this rap shit sewn, locked down, from the to the sky
From L.A., all the way to I
Who am I? That motherfuckin who be dissin
I be rippin motherfuckers like I'm eatin on some
Finger lickin, I got you out of Sylvia's
Copeland's, Roscoe's, pollo,
Bo-jangles, Popeye's, KFC
Yo ain't got no wins when they fuck with D-O-G
I'm dramatic, - I'm charismatic
I'm down my niggaz (magnetic, magnetic)
My people, keepin it real, up your mind
Representin to the fullest, yo I got rhyme
SHOWTIME, more systems than the Alpine
I bet you're thinkin to yourself right now on my mind (word)
My mind's fed up, yo I'm up
These faggot-ass and these punk bitches gonna get wet up
(WORD!) Runnin the industry, frontin like they're jiggy
Just you rap don't make you a piggy
Who is he? Some unknown sucka the projects
Made a few demos, now you you got it
Rhymin Nas (what) lookin like Treach (word?)
Beats mad (woo!) hooker can't catch (ha!)
Def Jam's gonna sign you
You betta get a job and leave bullshit behind you, WORD
You got motherfuckin nerve
I left yo' ass on the god damn curb
But I'ma it all the motherfuckin same
And focus my attention on those in the game
NOW, first you 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!
Tryin to run the whites
You used to Timbs, now yo' ass is in tights
And every time I see you, all you do is fight
Don't get mad my shit is right, aight?
I'm a motherfuckin man you
You wanna be fake, I gotta be true (word)
You be the next when you shoulda been you
Now tell me what the am I supposed to do? BE-ATCH!

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

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

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

Got
And you sayyyyyyyyyyy...

(Chorus)

(Tim Dog) up!