Luyện nghe bài hát Rap is Still Outta Control

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

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

Yeah, outta
F'real, rap is outta control, like
PMD, still dollars
Rap's control, yo, yo

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

And the fact is, some things got to
With or more rappers that sound the same
With the same game, like they all in the same
And claim the same

Suicide victims, to jump off and scream
I to die, I'm livin' a lie
Fake MC's no heart, get apart
Messin' with us? In ninety-nine, get

I be the last one you play with
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 with a
Couple of and a couple of hens
Never boring, shit rocking 'til morning
With the bird, until the hawks hawking

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause we make and break MC's who wannabeez
And gonna-beez, burn 'em down to third
You heard of me, ain't no one checkin' or me
turn your 411 into the 911 emergency, surgeon see

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

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

I tall, I won't fall, I recall
Your rhymes stall you bust caps
Make sure kryptonite caps
I'm made of steel, I swat bullets like

I'm like, fly high way up in the sky
And if you try to shoot me clown I won't die
I

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

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