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 shit off my chest, shit off my
I wanna get some shit off my

(Tim Dog)
I got this rap shit sewn, 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 on some chicken
Finger lickin, 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, 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, pump more than the Alpine
I bet you're thinkin to yourself right now what's on my (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 don't make you a
Who is he? Some unknown sucka the projects
Made a few demos, now you you got it
Rhymin like Nas (what) lookin like (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 rappers in the game
NOW, first you made a jam hot (hot)
Then you made another then shit went pop (pop)
Then you another then that shit had flopped
You exactly what yo' ass got, motherfucker!
Tryin to run after the
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 cause my is right, aight?
I'm a man like you
You wanna be fake, while I gotta be (word)
You wanna be the next when you shoulda you
Now tell me what the FUCK am I 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 Keith in
That's right, for you wak I got to show, SKILL
Tell you like it is, gotta get shit off

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

Got
And you sayyyyyyyyyyy...

(Chorus)

(Tim Dog) up!