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, D, that's how we get it done like

and gents attention, Nas in the house
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 still be emceein' even after you're gone
Strange thought, I know, but my skills grow
The 80's, the 90's, 2000's, and so

On and on the crack of dawn
Until the year 3000 and
Stay up all night, and I emcee and die
'Cause death is the cousin of

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

Oh, I'm supersonic J.J. Fad
Got crazy ass pullin' out the bag
Don't forget the sauce, yo, 'cause it's sad
All crap rappers, they're rappin' like crabs

I have carte blanche, the
Nas is the narcissist, my pockets are
I'm no killa, but compared to you, I'm more
You a shot, a mobster, or a drug dealer

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

How many must get dissed
eight bars, and watch me bless this
I start to reminisce, oh, I miss
The real hip hop with I persist

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

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

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

'Cause the type of lyric goes inside your brain
To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the
My lyrics spin round like a hurricane
So get your on off of Wolf Blitzer

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

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

The golden microphone, well that's mine to
And why all these biters all up in my crotch
Sniffin', puffin', huffin', and muggin' with a Blimpie Bluffin
Back up off me, sucka, you sayin' nothin'

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

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

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

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

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

Ladies and 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