Luyện nghe bài hát Industry Is Wack

(Intro: Tim Dog)
Yeahhhhh.
I wanna get some off my chest, shit off my chest
I get some shit 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 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 they fuck with D-O-G
I'm dramatic, - I'm charismatic
I'm with my niggaz (magnetic, magnetic)
My people, keepin it real, fuckin up mind
Representin to the fullest, yo I got another
SHOWTIME, pump systems 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 these punk gonna get wet up
(WORD!) Runnin round the industry, frontin they're jiggy
Just because you rap don't you a piggy
Who is he? unknown sucka from the projects
Made a few demos, now you you got it
Rhymin like Nas (what) lookin like (word?)
mad weak (woo!) hooker can't catch (ha!)
Sayin Def Jam's gonna you
You betta get a job and that bullshit behind you, WORD
You got motherfuckin nerve
I shoulda yo' ass on the god damn curb
But I'ma leave it all the motherfuckin
And focus my attention on those rappers in the
NOW, first you a jam that's hot (hot)
you made another then that shit went pop (pop)
Then you made another then that had flopped
You deserve what yo' ass got, motherfucker!
Tryin to run after the
You used to wear Timbs, now yo' ass is in
And every time I see you, all you wanna do is
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 when you shoulda been 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
But how could a man rap
(When the whole fuckin is WAK!)

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

Got
And you sayyyyyyyyyyy...

(Chorus)

(Tim Dog) up!