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, off my chest
I get some shit off my chest

(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 nigga who be
I be rippin like I'm eatin on some chicken
Finger lickin, like I got you out of
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, - I'm charismatic
I'm down with my (magnetic, magnetic)
My people, keepin it real, fuckin up mind
Representin to the fullest, yo I got rhyme
SHOWTIME, pump more systems than the
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 they're jiggy
Just because you rap make you a piggy
Who is he? Some sucka from the projects
a few demos, now you think you got it
Rhymin like Nas (what) like Treach (word?)
Beats mad weak (woo!) hooker catch (ha!)
Sayin Def Jam's gonna you
You betta get a job and leave bullshit behind you, WORD
You got motherfuckin nerve
I shoulda yo' ass on the god damn curb
But leave it all the motherfuckin same
And my attention on those rappers in the game
NOW, first you a jam that's hot (hot)
Then you made then that shit went pop (pop)
Then you made then that shit had flopped
You deserve exactly 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, while I be true (word)
You wanna be the 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 life kinda fat, that's that
But how a man just rap
(When the whole fuckin is WAK!)

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

(Kool Keith)
This ain't the Grammy awards, ass-tight
Niggaz are phony, to act like my peoples
TV stars, Carey, Janet Jackson
Her brother Michael, feelin babies for some rectum
Niggaz Al Green, you can't trust Little Richard.
. bitchard
Girls today slept with Rock
The NBA - your ballplayer's turnin 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 fake
I'm that O.J. who a fuck about his case
Madonna, that devil wearin paint on her face
You know the industry has crossed over sexually
A lot of people turned
Sodom and Gomorr', it's for information
Half of sick sing at the AIDS Foundation
I lay it down and take your famous queer crown
Glamour and famous mixed up, you with Rod Stewart
Girls get caught, off they heels for they record deals
Did you get the deal

Got
And you sayyyyyyyyyyy...

(Chorus)

(Tim Dog) up!