Luyện nghe bài hát Rap is Still Outta Control

Rap is control
Hey, hey rap, rap, what, wait
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, control
F'real, rap is outta control, that
PMD, still makin'
Rap's 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 stay in the cut O.J.

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

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 play
Rap committees call me, just to shit
on me, I grab the mic and drop gems
On a ill rhyme, more flashier than

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

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

Who's My Squad be Def
And we hearin' ya, lounge in the black interior

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

Yo, they took our music and our beat and tried to it street
Then got in the 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 flip the bird, back-breakin' MC's down like
Redlinin', bendin' my rims up on curbs
So can you make a and chill and survive in the rap field?
deals, and cock back burners when the caps peel?

I don't think so, come next the car repo
No mo' contract, just strictly in Home Depot
So don't front for me or the E, 'cause you our steez
EPMD, shit, Def 2G's

'Cause we tape and break MC's who wannabeez
And gonna-beez, burn 'em down to third
You of me, ain't 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 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 when you 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 clown I die
I

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

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