Luyện nghe bài hát Rap is Still Outta Control

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

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

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

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

And the fact is, some things got to
With eight or more rappers sound the same
With the same game, 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' with us? In ninety-nine, get

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

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

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

inferior? 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 outta

Yo, took our music and our beat and tried to make it street
Then got in the and tried to sound all sweet
it came to EPMD no one said 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 and chill and survive in the rap field?
Flip deals, and cock back burners when the caps

I think so, then come next the car repo
No mo' contract, just strictly in Home Depot
So front for me or the E, 'cause you know our steez
EPMD, blazin' shit, Def

'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 411 into the 911 emergency, surgeon see

Rap is outta
Hey, hey rap, rap wait, wait
Hey, rap is control
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 when you bust caps
Make sure kryptonite caps
I'm made of steel, I bullets 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, exterminate
for a second E, time to debate
As we our fisherman hat off, there's no time 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?