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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 Sermon 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 bill and and survive in the rap field?
Flip deals, and back burners when the caps peel?

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

'Cause we make tape and break MC's who
And gonna-beez, burn 'em to third degrees
You of me, ain't no one checkin' 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 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 rhymes stall you bust caps
Make they kryptonite caps
I'm of steel, I swat bullets 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, let's
for a second E, time to debate
As we our fisherman hat off, there's no time to max
On the MC, who's all on the bozack

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