Luyện nghe bài hát Too Many Rappers

Mic check, mic

One, one, two, two, three,
Too many rappers, and still not enough emcees
It three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done

Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the
With Boys, we can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can 'em out
So if you got somethin' on mind, let it out

Yo, I been in the game since you was born
I still be emceein' even after you're gone
Strange thought, I know, but my skills still
The 80's, the 90's, 2000's, and so

On and on the crack of dawn
Until the 3000 and beyond
up all night, and I emcee and never die
'Cause is the cousin of sleep

Because I'm back with a bang boogie, oogie
Strawberry letter 23 Shuggie
Oh, my God, just at me
Grandpa been rappin' '83

Oh, I'm supersonic J.J. Fad
Got ass shit pullin' out the bag
forget the tartar sauce, yo, 'cause it's sad
All crap rappers, they're rappin' like crabs

I have carte blanche, the
Nas is the narcissist, my are rotund
I'm no killa, but to you, I'm more real'a
You ain't a shot, a mobster, or a dealer

A slug peeler, not, mafioso, no
You got the cutthroat in ya, beginner
I ain't tryin' to your racket
You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear jacket

How many rappers get dissed
Gimme bars, and watch me bless this
I start to reminisce, oh, when I
The real hip hop with which I

Like rum in mojitos, bullets and
Matzah balls in soup, jackets and
Yes, y'all, this is one for the books
Nasty Nas, what's the word, it off on the hook

go! One, one, two, two, three, three
Too rappers, and there's still not enough emcees
It three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it like

Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the
With Beastie Boys, we can it out
Perpetrators, we can 'em out
So if you got on your mind, let it out

'Cause this the type of lyric inside your brain
To blow you bullshit straight out the frame
My spin round like a hurricane twister
So get your hologram on off of Blitzer

Too many rappers to shake a at
I outta charge a tax for weak rap
I had to listen to 'cause we be stacks
Like Stax Records, my squad we pack, we never coming whack

To all you rappers and hackers
And Circuit Fenders, splendor
I take the cake, I the mold

The golden microphone, that's mine to hold
And why all these biters all up in my space?
Sniffin', puffin', huffin', and mean muggin' a Blimpie Bluffin
Back up off me, sucka, you ain't nothin'

I'm broader than Broadway, I was in hallways
Dual tape recorder, lacin' all day
I'm just getting started on this beat, this is
And when this song finished, y'all can sing with this

By the way, I have a strong fetish for Louboutin steppers
I Russian blonde's the wettest
But anyway, I pay homage to my fellas
And that's on my mind and the rhyme, who's next up?

D, the man of mystery
History in the makin', and now takin'
Titles, awards, and
Scarin' the competition as I sharpen my

We come together peanut butter and sandwiches
Like pen and paper, like and canvases
Rockin' stadiums and shitty
Go in time, send a fax from my car

One, one, two, two, three,
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough
It three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it like

Ladies and attention, Nas in the house
Beastie Boys, we can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can 'em out
So if you got on your mind, let it out