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, off my chest
I wanna get some shit off my

(Tim Dog)
I got this rap sewn, locked 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 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, 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 yourself right now what's on my (word)
My fed up, yo I'm dead up
These faggot-ass rappers and these punk gonna get wet up
(WORD!) Runnin round the industry, frontin like jiggy
Just because you rap make you a piggy
Who is he? Some sucka from the projects
a few demos, now you think you got it
Rhymin like Nas (what) lookin like (word?)
Beats mad weak (woo!) hooker can't (ha!)
Sayin Def gonna sign you
You betta get a job and that bullshit behind you, WORD
You got some motherfuckin
I shoulda left yo' ass on the god curb
But I'ma leave it all the motherfuckin
And focus my on those rappers in the game
NOW, first you a jam that's hot (hot)
Then you another then that shit went pop (pop)
you made another then that shit had flopped
You exactly what yo' ass got, motherfucker!
to run after the whites
You to wear Timbs, now yo' ass is in tights
And every I see you, all you wanna do is fight
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 next you shoulda been you
Now me what 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 kinda fat, that's that
But how could a man rap
(When the fuckin industry is WAK!)

(Interlude: Keith)
Yeah, Keith 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 ain't the awards, ass-tight tuxedos
Niggaz are phony, to act like my peoples
TV stars, Carey, Janet Jackson
Her brother Michael, feelin babies for rectum action
Niggaz like Al Green, you can't Little Richard.
. little
today slept with Rock Hudson
The NBA - your favorite 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 fuck about his
like Madonna, devil wearin paint on her face
You the industry has already crossed 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 down clown and take your queer crown
Glamour and famous up, you slept with Rod Stewart
Girls get caught, take off they heels for they deals
Did you get the BITCH?

Got
And you sayyyyyyyyyyy...

(Chorus)

(Tim Dog) up!