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 sewn, locked down, from the ground to the sky
L.A., all the way to Long I
Who am I? That motherfuckin who be dissin
I be rippin motherfuckers like I'm eatin on some
lickin, like I got you out of Sylvia's
Copeland's, Roscoe's, pollo,
Bo-jangles, Popeye's, KFC
Yo MC's 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, fuckin up your
to the fullest, yo I got another rhyme
SHOWTIME, more systems than the Alpine
I bet you're thinkin to yourself right now what's on my (word)
My mind's fed up, yo I'm up
These faggot-ass rappers and these bitches gonna get wet up
(WORD!) Runnin the industry, frontin like they're jiggy
Just because you rap make you a piggy
Who is he? unknown sucka from the projects
a few demos, now you think you got it
Rhymin Nas (what) lookin like Treach (word?)
Beats mad weak (woo!) hooker catch (ha!)
Sayin Def gonna sign you
You betta get a job and leave bullshit behind you, WORD
You got motherfuckin nerve
I shoulda left yo' ass on the god damn
But I'ma leave it all the motherfuckin
And focus my attention on rappers in the game
NOW, first you a jam that's hot (hot)
Then you made another then that shit pop (pop)
Then you made another that shit had flopped
You exactly what yo' ass got, motherfucker!
Tryin to run the whites
You used to wear Timbs, now yo' ass is in
And every time I see you, all you wanna do is
Don't get mad my shit is right, aight?
I'm a man like you
You wanna be fake, I gotta be true (word)
You wanna be the next when you shoulda you
Now me what 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
But how could a man rap
(When the whole fuckin is WAK!)

(Interlude: Keith)
Yeah, Keith checkin in
right, for you wak motherfuckers I got to show, SKILL
Tell you like it is, gotta get shit off

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

Got
And you sayyyyyyyyyyy...

(Chorus)

(Tim Dog) up!