Luyện nghe bài hát Industry Is Wack

(Intro: Tim Dog)
Yeahhhhh.
I get some shit off my chest, shit off my chest
I get some shit off my chest, shit off my chest
I wanna get 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? That motherfuckin nigga who be
I be rippin motherfuckers like I'm eatin on some
Finger lickin, 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, - 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 what's on my (word)
My mind's fed up, yo I'm up
These faggot-ass and these punk bitches gonna get wet up
(WORD!) round the industry, frontin like they're jiggy
Just 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
like Nas (what) lookin like Treach (word?)
Beats mad weak (woo!) can't catch (ha!)
Sayin Def Jam's sign you
You betta get a job and that bullshit behind you, WORD
You got some nerve
I shoulda left yo' ass on the god curb
But I'ma leave it all the motherfuckin
And focus my attention on rappers in the game
NOW, you made a jam that's hot (hot)
Then you made another then that shit pop (pop)
Then you another then that shit had flopped
You deserve what 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 wanna do is
Don't get mad cause my is right, aight?
I'm a motherfuckin man you
You wanna be fake, I gotta be true (word)
You wanna be the when you shoulda been you
Now tell me 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's
But how could a man 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)
ain't the Grammy awards, ass-tight tuxedos
Niggaz are phony, tryin to act my peoples
TV stars, Carey, Janet Jackson
Her brother Michael, feelin babies for rectum action
Niggaz like Al Green, you can't trust Richard.
. bitchard
Girls today slept with Rock
The NBA - your favorite ballplayer's gay
Girls go nut, get attracted havin sex
In big mansions, unsafe sex
coke, movie stars roll in fly cards
Everybody has a card, runs a fake
I'm that O.J. who a fuck about his case
Madonna, that devil wearin paint on her face
You know the industry has crossed over sexually
A lot of turned bumblebee
Sodom and Gomorr', time for information
Half of y'all sick sing at the Foundation
I lay it down clown and take your famous queer
Glamour and famous mixed up, you slept Rod Stewart
Girls get caught, take off they for they record deals
Did you get the deal

Got
And you sayyyyyyyyyyy...

(Chorus)

(Tim Dog) up!