Luyện nghe bài hát Industry Is Wack

(Intro: Tim Dog)
Yeahhhhh.
I wanna get shit off my chest, shit off my chest
I wanna get some shit off my chest, shit off my
I wanna get shit off my chest

(Tim Dog)
I got rap shit sewn, locked down, from the ground to the sky
L.A., all the way to Long I
Who am I? That nigga who be dissin
I be rippin motherfuckers like I'm eatin on some
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 my niggaz (magnetic, magnetic)
My people, it real, fuckin up your mind
to the fullest, yo I got another rhyme
SHOWTIME, more systems than the Alpine
I bet you're thinkin to yourself right now 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 the industry, frontin like they're jiggy
Just because you rap don't make you a
Who is he? Some unknown sucka the projects
a few demos, now you think you got it
Rhymin like Nas (what) lookin like (word?)
Beats mad weak (woo!) hooker catch (ha!)
Def Jam's gonna sign you
You betta get a job and leave that behind you, WORD
You got some motherfuckin
I shoulda left yo' ass on the god damn
But I'ma leave it all the same
And focus my attention on those rappers in the
NOW, first you made a jam hot (hot)
Then you made another that shit went pop (pop)
Then you made another that shit had flopped
You deserve exactly 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
Don't get mad cause my shit is right,
I'm a man like you
You be fake, while 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 kinda fat, that's that
But how a man just rap
(When the whole fuckin is WAK!)

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

(Kool Keith)
This the Grammy awards, ass-tight tuxedos
Niggaz are phony, to act like my peoples
TV stars, Mariah Carey, Janet
Her brother Michael, babies for some rectum action
Niggaz like Al Green, you trust Little Richard.
. bitchard
Girls today slept Rock Hudson
The NBA - your favorite ballplayer's gay
Girls go nut, get havin wild sex
In big mansions, unsafe sex
coke, movie stars roll in fly cards
Everybody has a card, a fake business
I'm that O.J. who a fuck about his case
Madonna, that devil wearin paint on her face
You know the has already crossed over sexually
A lot of turned bumblebee
Sodom and Gomorr', time for information
Half of y'all sick at the AIDS Foundation
I lay it down clown and take famous queer crown
Glamour and famous mixed up, you slept with Rod
Girls get caught, take off they heels for they record
Did you get the BITCH?

Got
And you sayyyyyyyyyyy...

(Chorus)

(Tim Dog) up!