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
So check it, check it

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

I be dominatin', up above
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, some got to change
eight or more rappers that sound the same
With the same game, like they all in the same
And the same fame

Suicide victims, quick to jump off and
I have to die, I'm a lie
Fake MC's no heart, get apart
Messin' 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 gems
On a ill rhyme, flashier than rims

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rap is control
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 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 clown I won't die
I

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