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 wanna get some shit off my

(Tim Dog)
I got this rap shit sewn, locked down, the ground 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 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 down my niggaz (magnetic, magnetic)
My people, it real, fuckin up your mind
to the fullest, yo I got another rhyme
SHOWTIME, pump more than the Alpine
I bet you're to yourself right now what's on my mind (word)
My mind's fed up, yo I'm up
These faggot-ass rappers and 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? unknown sucka from the projects
a few demos, now you think you got it
Rhymin Nas (what) lookin like Treach (word?)
Beats mad (woo!) hooker can't catch (ha!)
Sayin Def gonna sign you
You betta get a job and leave that bullshit you, WORD
You got some nerve
I left yo' ass on the god damn curb
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 then that shit went pop (pop)
Then you another then that shit had flopped
You deserve what yo' ass got, motherfucker!
Tryin to run after the
You to wear Timbs, now yo' ass is in tights
And time I see you, all you wanna do is fight
get mad cause 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 kinda fat, that's that
But how could a man rap
(When the fuckin industry is WAK!)

(Interlude: Keith)
Yeah, Kool checkin in
That's right, for you wak motherfuckers I got to show,
you like it is, gotta get this 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 some action
Niggaz like Al Green, you can't trust Richard.
. bitchard
Girls today with Rock Hudson
The NBA - your favorite ballplayer's gay
Girls go nut, get attracted havin sex
In big mansions, unsafe sex
Sniffin coke, movie stars roll in fly
Everybody has a card, a fake business
I'm that O.J. who gives a fuck his case
like Madonna, that devil paint on her face
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 famous mixed up, you with Rod Stewart
Girls get caught, take off they heels for they deals
Did you get the BITCH?

Got
And you sayyyyyyyyyyy...

(Chorus)

(Tim Dog) up!