Luyện nghe bài hát Rap is Still Outta Control

Rap is outta
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 check it, it

Yeah, control
F'real, rap is control, like that
PMD, still dollars
Rap's control, yo, yo

I be pulsatin' dominatin', up
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 rappers that sound the same
With the same game, like they all in the gang
And claim the same

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

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 full of with a
Couple of friends and a of hens
Never boring, shit rocking 'til morning
the bird, until the hawks start hawking

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

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

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

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

Now we flip the bird, back-breakin' down like herbs
Redlinin', bendin' my rims up on curbs
So can you make a bill and and survive in the rap field?
Flip deals, and cock back burners when the caps

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

'Cause we make and break MC's who wannabeez
And gonna-beez, burn 'em down to degrees
You heard of me, no one checkin' or servin' me
I'll turn 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 tall, I won't fall, I recall
Your stall when you bust caps
Make sure kryptonite caps
I'm of steel, I swat bullets like gnats

I'm like, fly high way up in the sky
And if you try to shoot me down clown I die
I

I hate, let's
for a second E, time to debate
As we take our fisherman hat off, no time to max
On the MC, who's all on the bozack

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?