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

(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? motherfuckin nigga who be dissin
I be rippin motherfuckers like I'm eatin on 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 when they fuck with D-O-G
I'm dramatic, emphatic - I'm
I'm down with my (magnetic, magnetic)
My people, keepin it real, up your mind
Representin to the fullest, yo I got another
SHOWTIME, pump more systems 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 bitches get wet up
(WORD!) round the industry, frontin like they're jiggy
because you rap don't make you a piggy
Who is he? unknown sucka from the projects
Made a few demos, now you you got it
Rhymin like Nas (what) like Treach (word?)
Beats mad (woo!) hooker can't catch (ha!)
Sayin Def Jam's sign you
You betta get a job and that bullshit behind you, WORD
You got motherfuckin nerve
I shoulda left yo' ass on the god damn
But I'ma leave it all the same
And my attention on those rappers in the game
NOW, you made a jam that's hot (hot)
Then you made another then that 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 I see you, all you wanna 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 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 life kinda fat, that
But how a man just rap
(When the whole industry is WAK!)

(Interlude: Keith)
Yeah, Kool checkin 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 awards, ass-tight tuxedos
Niggaz are phony, tryin to act like my
TV stars, Carey, Janet Jackson
Her brother Michael, feelin babies for some rectum
Niggaz like Al Green, you can't Little Richard.
. bitchard
Girls today slept with Rock
The NBA - your ballplayer's turnin gay
Girls go nut, get attracted havin sex
In big mansions, Hollywood's sex
Sniffin coke, movie roll in fly cards
Everybody has a card, a fake business
I'm that O.J. who a fuck about his case
like Madonna, that wearin paint on her face
You know the has already crossed over sexually
A lot of people turned
Sodom and Gomorr', 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 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!