Luyện nghe bài hát Rap is Still Outta Control

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

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

Yeah, outta
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, stop and show
E-Dub, I can't fall off, it's no way, I'm low
I in the cut with O.J.

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

Suicide victims, quick to off and scream
I have to die, I'm a lie
MC's no heart, get torn apart
Messin' us? In ninety-nine, get smart

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now we flip the bird, back-breakin' MC's down herbs
Redlinin', bendin' my chrome up on curbs
So can you make a bill and chill and survive in the rap
Flip deals, and cock back burners the caps 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 tape and break MC's who
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 outta
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 stand tall, I won't fall, I
Your rhymes when you bust caps
sure they kryptonite caps
I'm made of steel, I swat bullets gnats

I'm like, Superman fly 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 take our fisherman hat off, no time to max
On the crab MC, who's all on the

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