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
So check it, check it

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

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

And the fact is, things got to change
With or more rappers that sound the same
With the game, like 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 no heart, get torn apart
Messin' with us? In ninety-nine, get

I be the last one you wanna with
Rap committees call me, 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 with a
Couple of and a couple of hens
Never boring, keep shit rocking 'til
With the bird, until the start hawking

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rap is outta
Hey, hey rap, rap wait, wait
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 stall when you bust caps
sure they kryptonite caps
I'm made of steel, I swat bullets gnats

I'm like, fly high way up in the sky
And if you try to me down clown I won't die
I

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

Who that, 2000 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?