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

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

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

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

Suicide victims, quick to jump off and
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 play
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 of ends with a
Couple of friends and a couple of
Never boring, shit rocking 'til morning
With the bird, the hawks start hawking

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

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 control
Rap is outta

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

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

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

'Cause we make tape and break MC's who
And gonna-beez, 'em down to third degrees
You of me, ain't no one checkin' or servin' me
I'll turn your 411 the 911 emergency, surgeon 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 fall, I recall
Your stall when you bust caps
Make sure kryptonite caps
I'm made of steel, I bullets like gnats

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

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

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