Luyện nghe bài hát Rap is Still Outta Control

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

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, control
F'real, rap is outta control, like
PMD, makin' dollars
Rap's control, yo, yo

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

And the fact is, things got to change
With eight or more rappers that sound the
the same game, like they all in the same gang
And claim the same

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

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

Steppin' in Tan Timb's, a full of ends with a
Couple of and a couple of hens
Never boring, keep shit rocking morning
With the bird, until the hawks start

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

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

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

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

Now we flip the bird, back-breakin' down like herbs
Redlinin', bendin' my chrome rims up on
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 think so, then come the car repo
No mo' contract, just strictly handyman in Home
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, burn 'em to third degrees
You heard of me, no one checkin' or servin' me
I'll your 411 into the 911 emergency, surgeon see

Rap is control
Hey, hey rap, rap wait, what
Hey, rap is control
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 rhymes stall when you bust
sure 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 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, who's all on the

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