Luyện nghe bài hát Rap is Still Outta Control

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

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

Yeah, outta
F'real, rap is control, like that
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, it's no way, I'm low
I stay in the cut O.J.

And the fact is, things got to change
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 off and scream
I to die, I'm livin' a lie
Fake MC's no heart, get apart
Messin' with us? In ninety-nine, get

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

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

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

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

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

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 Sermon and said, "This shit's absurd"

Now we flip the bird, 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
Flip deals, and 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 for me or the E, 'cause you know our steez
EPMD, shit, Def 2G's

'Cause we make tape and break who wannabeez
And gonna-beez, burn 'em down to degrees
You heard of me, ain't no one or servin' me
I'll turn your 411 into the 911 emergency, 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 stand tall, I won't fall, I
Your stall when you bust caps
Make sure they 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 clown I won't die
I

I hate, exterminate
Wait for a second E, to debate
As we take our fisherman hat off, no time to max
On the crab MC, all on the bozack

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