Luyện nghe bài hát Rap is Still Outta Control

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Erick and Parrish, Busta Bus, it
This is one of my
Aight? So check it, 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, stop and love
E-Dub, I fall off, it's no way, I'm down low
I in the cut with O.J.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don't think so, then come the car repo
No mo' contract, just strictly handyman in Depot
So don't 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, burn 'em to third degrees
You of me, ain't no one checkin' or servin' me
turn 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 stall when you bust caps
Make they kryptonite caps
I'm made of steel, I swat like gnats

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 E, time to debate
As we our fisherman hat off, there's no time 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?