Luyện nghe bài hát Rap is Still Outta Control

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

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

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

I be dominatin', up above
Run-D.M.C. style, stop and show
E-Dub, I can't 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 that the same
the same game, like they all in the same gang
And claim the same

Suicide victims, to jump 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 full of ends with a
Couple of friends and a of hens
Never boring, keep shit 'til morning
With the bird, the hawks start hawking

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

Who's inferior? My be Def
And we ain't ya, lounge in the black 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
got in the magazine and tried to sound all sweet
When it to EPMD no one said a word
So I called up Erick Sermon and said, "This absurd"

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

I don't so, then come next the car repo
No mo' contract, just strictly 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 break MC's who
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 outta

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

I tall, I won't fall, I recall
Your rhymes stall you bust caps
sure they kryptonite caps
I'm made of steel, I swat like gnats

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

I hate, let's
Wait for a second E, time to
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 that
Yo, sold out crowd, where's the at?
And the Old Gold black, icy fat
Wack MC's yo, where's your at?