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

(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? That nigga who be dissin
I be rippin motherfuckers I'm eatin 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 wins they fuck with D-O-G
I'm dramatic, - I'm charismatic
I'm down my niggaz (magnetic, magnetic)
My people, keepin it real, fuckin up mind
Representin to the fullest, yo I got rhyme
SHOWTIME, pump systems than the Alpine
I bet thinkin to yourself right now what's on my mind (word)
My mind's fed up, yo I'm up
These faggot-ass rappers and punk bitches gonna get wet up
(WORD!) Runnin the industry, frontin like they're jiggy
Just because you rap don't you a piggy
Who is he? Some unknown from the projects
a few demos, now you think you got it
Rhymin like Nas (what) lookin Treach (word?)
Beats mad (woo!) hooker can't catch (ha!)
Sayin Def gonna sign you
You get a job and leave that bullshit behind you, WORD
You got some nerve
I shoulda yo' ass on the god damn curb
But leave it all the motherfuckin same
And focus my on those rappers in the game
NOW, first you made a jam hot (hot)
Then you made then that shit went pop (pop)
Then you made another then that shit had
You deserve exactly yo' ass got, motherfucker!
Tryin to run 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 cause my shit is right,
I'm a motherfuckin man you
You wanna be fake, I gotta be true (word)
You be the next 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 life kinda fat, that
But how a man just rap
(When the whole industry is WAK!)

(Interlude: Keith)
Yeah, Keith checkin in
right, for you wak motherfuckers I got to show, SKILL
Tell you it is, gotta get this shit off

(Kool Keith)
This ain't the Grammy awards, ass-tight
Niggaz are phony, tryin to act like my
TV stars, Carey, Janet Jackson
Her brother Michael, feelin babies for some action
Niggaz Al Green, you can't trust Little Richard.
. bitchard
Girls slept with Rock Hudson
The NBA - favorite ballplayer's turnin gay
Girls go nut, get attracted havin sex
In big mansions, unsafe sex
Sniffin coke, stars roll in fly cards
Everybody has a card, a fake business
I'm that O.J. who gives a fuck his case
like Madonna, that devil paint on her face
You know the industry has already over sexually
A lot of people bumblebee
Sodom and Gomorr', time for information
Half of y'all sick at the AIDS Foundation
I lay it down and take your 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!