Luyện nghe bài hát Industry Is Wack

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

(Tim Dog)
I got this rap shit sewn, down, from the ground to the sky
L.A., all the way to Long I
Who am I? motherfuckin nigga who be dissin
I be rippin motherfuckers like I'm eatin on chicken
lickin, like I got you out of Sylvia's
Copeland's, Roscoe's, pollo,
Bo-jangles, Popeye's, KFC
Yo ain't got no wins when they fuck with D-O-G
I'm dramatic, emphatic - I'm
I'm with my niggaz (magnetic, magnetic)
My people, keepin it real, up your mind
Representin to the fullest, yo I got rhyme
SHOWTIME, more systems than the Alpine
I bet you're thinkin to right now what's on my mind (word)
My mind's fed up, yo I'm up
These rappers and these punk bitches gonna get wet up
(WORD!) round the industry, frontin like they're jiggy
because you rap don't make you a piggy
Who is he? Some unknown from the projects
Made a few demos, now you you got it
Rhymin like Nas (what) lookin like (word?)
Beats mad weak (woo!) hooker can't (ha!)
Def Jam's gonna sign you
You betta get a job and leave that bullshit you, WORD
You got some nerve
I shoulda left yo' ass on the god damn
But I'ma leave it all the same
And focus my attention on rappers in the game
NOW, first you a jam that's hot (hot)
Then you another then that shit went pop (pop)
Then you made another then that shit had
You deserve exactly yo' ass got, motherfucker!
to run after the whites
You used to Timbs, now yo' ass is in tights
And every time I see you, all you do is fight
Don't get mad my shit is right, aight?
I'm a motherfuckin man you
You be fake, while I gotta be true (word)
You wanna be the next when you 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 trap, and live life kinda fat, that's that
But how a man just rap
(When the fuckin industry 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 Grammy awards, ass-tight
Niggaz are phony, tryin to act like my
TV stars, Mariah Carey, Jackson
Her brother Michael, feelin babies for some rectum
like Al Green, you can't trust Little Richard.
. little
Girls today with Rock Hudson
The NBA - your favorite turnin gay
Girls go nut, get attracted wild sex
In big mansions, unsafe sex
Sniffin coke, movie stars in fly cards
Everybody has a card, runs a fake
I'm that O.J. who gives a fuck about his
like Madonna, 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 for they record deals
Did you get the deal

Got
And you sayyyyyyyyyyy...

(Chorus)

(Tim Dog) up!