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, Bus, check it
This is one of my
Aight? So it, check it

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

I be dominatin', up above
Run-D.M.C. style, and show love
E-Dub, I fall 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 sound 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
MC's no heart, get torn apart
Messin' with us? In ninety-nine, get

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

Steppin' in Tan Timb's, a pocket of ends with a
Couple of friends and a couple of
boring, keep shit rocking 'til morning
With the bird, until the hawks start

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause we make tape and MC's who wannabeez
And gonna-beez, 'em down to third degrees
You of me, ain't no one checkin' or servin' me
I'll turn your 411 into the 911 emergency, see

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

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

I stand tall, I won't fall, I
Your rhymes stall when you caps
Make they 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, exterminate
Wait for a second E, time to
As we take our fisherman hat off, no time to max
On the crab MC, who's all on the

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