Luyện nghe bài hát Rap is Still Outta Control

Rap is outta
Hey, hey rap, rap, wait what,
Rap is outta

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
and Parrish, Busta Bus, check it
This is one of my
So check it, check it

Yeah, control
F'real, rap is outta control, that
PMD, still makin'
Rap's control, yo, yo

I be pulsatin' dominatin', up
Run-D.M.C. style, and show love
E-Dub, I can't off, it's no way, I'm down low
I stay in the cut O.J.

And the is, some things got to change
With eight or rappers that sound the same
With the same game, they all in the same gang
And claim the fame

Suicide victims, quick to jump off and
I have to die, I'm a lie
Fake no heart, get torn apart
Messin' with us? In ninety-nine, get

I be the last one you wanna play
Rap committees call me, to okay shit
Focus on me, I the mic and drop gems
On a ill rhyme, more flashier than

Steppin' in Tan Timb's, a pocket full of ends a
of friends and a couple of hens
Never boring, keep rocking 'til morning
With the bird, until the start hawking

Bounce me, me and my man keep things hittin'
Hop in the 2000, Benz with the CD skippin'
EPMD, who's with it?
Outta like 2Pac in Juice, character Bishop

Who's inferior? My be Def
And we ain't hearin' ya, lounge in the black

Because rap is control
Hey, hey rap is outta
Rap is outta
Rap is control

Yo, they took our music and our beat and to make it street
Then got in the and tried to sound all sweet
When it came to no one said a word
So I called up Erick and said, "This shit's absurd"

Now we flip the bird, MC's down like herbs
Redlinin', bendin' my rims up on curbs
So can you make a bill and chill and in the rap field?
Flip deals, and cock burners when the caps peel?

I don't think so, come next the car repo
No mo' contract, just handyman in Home Depot
So don't for me or the E, 'cause you know our steez
EPMD, shit, Def 2G's

'Cause we make tape and break MC's who
And gonna-beez, 'em down to third degrees
You heard of me, no one checkin' or servin' me
turn your 411 into the 911 emergency, surgeon see

Rap is control
Hey, hey rap, rap wait, wait
Hey, rap is control
Wait, wait, rap, rap is outta

And yes yes y'all, ay, yes y'all, it E

I stand tall, I fall, I recall
Your stall when you bust caps
Make sure kryptonite caps
I'm made of steel, I swat bullets like

I'm like, Superman fly way up in the sky
And if you try to shoot me down clown I die
I

I hate, let's
Wait for a E, time to debate
As we take our fisherman hat off, there's no to max
On the crab MC, all on the bozack

Who knows that, 2000 Benz to shows
Yo, sold out crowd, the hoes at?
And the Old Gold black, icy fat
MC's yo, where's your clothes at?