Luyện nghe bài hát Rap is Still Outta Control

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

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

I be pulsatin' dominatin', up
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 eight or more rappers that the same
With the same game, like they all in the gang
And claim the fame

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rap is outta
Hey, hey rap, rap wait, wait
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
rhymes stall when you bust caps
Make sure kryptonite caps
I'm made of steel, I swat bullets gnats

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

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

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