Luyện nghe bài hát Rap is Still Outta Control

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Erick and Parrish, Bus, check it
is one of my favorites
Aight? So it, check it

Yeah, control
F'real, rap is outta control, like
PMD, still makin'
outta 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 fact is, some got to change
With eight or more rappers that the same
the same game, like they all in the same gang
And the same fame

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

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

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

Who's My Squad be Def
And we hearin' ya, lounge in the black interior

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

Yo, they took our music and our beat and tried to it street
Then got in the magazine and tried to all sweet
When it to EPMD 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', my chrome rims up on curbs
So can you make a bill and chill and survive in the rap
Flip deals, and cock back burners when the peel?

I don't think so, then next the car repo
No mo' contract, strictly handyman in Home 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 degrees
You of me, ain't no one checkin' or servin' me
turn your 411 into the 911 emergency, surgeon see

Rap is outta
Hey, hey rap, rap wait, wait
Hey, rap is outta
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 they 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 me down clown I won't die
I

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

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