Luyện nghe bài hát Industry Is Wack

(Intro: Tim Dog)
Yeahhhhh.
I get some shit 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, from the 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 ain't got no wins when fuck with D-O-G
I'm dramatic, emphatic - I'm
I'm with 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 right now what's on my mind (word)
My fed up, yo I'm dead up
These faggot-ass rappers and these punk gonna get wet up
(WORD!) Runnin round the industry, frontin like 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 like Nas (what) like Treach (word?)
Beats mad (woo!) hooker can't catch (ha!)
Sayin Def Jam's gonna you
You get a job and leave that bullshit behind you, WORD
You got some motherfuckin
I shoulda left yo' ass on the god damn
But I'ma leave it all the motherfuckin
And focus my attention on those in the game
NOW, first you a jam that's hot (hot)
you made another then that shit went pop (pop)
Then you made then that shit had flopped
You deserve 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 do is fight
Don't get mad my shit is right, aight?
I'm a man like you
You wanna be fake, while I be true (word)
You wanna be the next 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
But how a man just rap
(When the whole industry is WAK!)

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

(Kool Keith)
This the Grammy awards, ass-tight tuxedos
Niggaz are phony, to act like my peoples
TV stars, Carey, Janet Jackson
Her brother Michael, feelin babies for rectum action
Niggaz like Al Green, you can't Little Richard.
. little
Girls today slept with Hudson
The NBA - favorite 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 O.J. who gives a fuck about his case
like Madonna, that wearin paint on her face
You the industry has already crossed over sexually
A lot of people bumblebee
Sodom and Gomorr', it's time for
Half of y'all sick sing at the AIDS
I lay it clown and take your famous queer crown
and famous 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!