Luyện nghe bài hát Rap is Still Outta Control

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Erick and Parrish, Bus, check it
is one of my favorites
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, and show love
E-Dub, I can't off, it's no way, I'm down low
I in the cut with O.J.

And the fact is, 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 jump off and
I to die, I'm livin' a lie
Fake MC's no heart, get torn
with us? In ninety-nine, get smart

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

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

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 in Juice, character Bishop

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

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

Yo, they our music and our beat and tried to make it street
got in the magazine and tried to sound 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, MC's down like herbs
Redlinin', bendin' my chrome rims up on
So can you make a and chill and survive in the rap field?
Flip deals, and cock back burners when the caps

I don't think so, then 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, shit, Def 2G's

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

Rap is outta
Hey, hey rap, rap wait, wait
Hey, rap is outta
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 stall when you caps
sure they kryptonite caps
I'm made of steel, I swat bullets like

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

I hate, exterminate
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, Benz to shows that
Yo, sold out crowd, the hoes at?
And the Old Gold black, icy fat
Wack yo, where's your clothes at?