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
Aight? So check it, it

Yeah, outta
F'real, rap is control, like that
PMD, makin' dollars
outta control, yo, yo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, they took our music and our 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 chrome rims up on
So can you make a bill and chill and in the rap field?
Flip deals, and cock back burners the caps peel?

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

'Cause we make tape and break MC's who
And gonna-beez, 'em down to third degrees
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 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
sure they kryptonite caps
I'm of steel, I swat bullets like gnats

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, to debate
As we take our hat off, there's no time to max
On the crab MC, who's all on the

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