Luyện nghe bài hát Too Many Rappers

Mic check, mic

One, one, two, two, three,
Too many rappers, and there's still not 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

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

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

Because I'm with a bang boogie, oogie oogie
letter 23 like Shuggie
Oh, my God, look at me
been rappin' since '83

Oh, I'm like J.J. Fad
Got ass shit pullin' out the bag
Don't the tartar sauce, yo, 'cause it's sad
All these crap rappers, rappin' like crabs

I have blanche, the vagabond
Nas is the narcissist, my pockets are
I'm no killa, but compared to you, I'm more
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 hear your
You work with dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket

How many rappers must get
Gimme bars, and watch me bless this
I to reminisce, oh, when I miss
The hip hop with which I persist

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

go! One, one, two, two, three, 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

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

this the type of lyric goes inside your brain
To blow you bullshit rappers out the frame
My lyrics spin like a hurricane twister
So get your hologram on off of Wolf

Too many rappers to a stick at
I outta charge a tax for every rap
I had to to 'cause we be makin' stacks
Like Stax Records, my squad we gotta pack, we coming whack

To all you crab and hackers
And Fenders, two-tone splendor
I take the cake, I the mold

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

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

By the way, I have a strong fetish for Christian steppers
I hear blonde's the wettest
But anyway, I better pay to my fellas
And what's on my mind and the rhyme, who's next up?

Mike D, the man of
in the makin', and now we're takin'
Titles, awards, and
Scarin' the as I sharpen my blades

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

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

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