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
is one of my favorites
Aight? So it, check it

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

I be pulsatin' dominatin', up
Run-D.M.C. style, stop and show
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, some got to change
With eight or more rappers sound the same
the same game, like they all in the same gang
And claim the fame

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

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

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

Bounce with me, me and my man keep hittin'
Hop in the 2000, Benz with the CD skippin'
EPMD, who's with it?
control 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 control
Hey, hey rap is control
Rap is outta
Rap is control

Yo, they took our and our beat and tried 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 Erick Sermon and said, "This absurd"

Now we flip the bird, back-breakin' MC's down herbs
Redlinin', bendin' my chrome 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 so, then come next the car repo
No mo' contract, strictly handyman in Home Depot
So don't front for me or the E, 'cause you know our
EPMD, blazin' shit, Def

'Cause we make tape and break MC's who
And gonna-beez, burn 'em down to degrees
You heard of me, 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 control

And yes yes y'all, ay, yes y'all, it E

I tall, I won't fall, I recall
rhymes stall when you bust caps
Make sure they kryptonite
I'm made of steel, I swat bullets 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
for a second E, time to debate
As we take our fisherman hat off, no time to max
On the crab MC, who's all on the

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