Luyện nghe bài hát Too Many Rappers

Mic check, mic

One, one, two, two, 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

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

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 grow
The 80's, the 90's, 2000's, and so

On and on until the of dawn
the year 3000 and beyond
Stay up all night, and I emcee and die
'Cause is the cousin of sleep

I'm back with a bang boogie, oogie oogie
Strawberry letter 23 like
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 forget the tartar sauce, yo, it's sad
All these crap rappers, 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 peeler, you're not, mafioso, no
You ain't got the cutthroat in ya,
I ain't tryin' to your racket
You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear jacket

How many must get dissed
Gimme eight bars, and watch me bless
I start to reminisce, oh, when I
The real hip hop which I persist

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

Let's go! 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, 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

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

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

To all you rappers and hackers
And Circuit Fenders, 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 space?
Sniffin', puffin', huffin', and mean muggin' a Blimpie Bluffin
up off me, sucka, you ain't sayin' nothin'

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

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

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

We come like peanut butter and sandwiches
Like pen and paper, like Picasso and
Rockin' stadiums and bars
Go back in time, 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, Mike D, that's how we get it done

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