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

(Tim Dog)
I got this rap sewn, locked down, from the ground to the sky
From L.A., all the way to I
Who am I? That nigga who be dissin
I be rippin motherfuckers like I'm on some chicken
lickin, like 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, - 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 than the Alpine
I bet you're thinkin to yourself right now what's on my (word)
My mind's fed up, yo I'm up
These faggot-ass rappers and these bitches gonna get wet up
(WORD!) Runnin round the industry, frontin like jiggy
Just because you rap 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?)
mad weak (woo!) hooker can't catch (ha!)
Sayin Def 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 it all the motherfuckin same
And focus my attention on those rappers in the
NOW, first you made a jam hot (hot)
Then you another then that shit went pop (pop)
Then you made another that shit had flopped
You deserve what yo' ass got, motherfucker!
Tryin to run after the
You used to Timbs, now yo' ass is in tights
And every time I see you, all you wanna do is
Don't get mad my shit is right, aight?
I'm a motherfuckin man you
You wanna be fake, while I gotta be (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 live kinda fat, that's that
But how a man just rap
(When the whole industry is WAK!)

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

(Kool Keith)
This ain't the Grammy awards, 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.
. little
Girls today slept with Hudson
The NBA - your ballplayer's turnin gay
go nut, get attracted 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 gives a about his case
like Madonna, that devil paint on her face
You know the industry has already over sexually
A lot of turned bumblebee
Sodom and Gomorr', it's for information
Half of y'all sick sing at the AIDS
I lay it clown and take your famous queer crown
Glamour and famous up, you slept with Rod Stewart
get caught, take off they heels for they record deals
Did you get the deal

Got
And you sayyyyyyyyyyy...

(Chorus)

(Tim Dog) up!