Luyện nghe bài hát Too Many Rappers

Mic check, mic

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 done

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

Yo, I been in the game since 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
the year 3000 and beyond
Stay up all night, and I and never die
'Cause death is the of sleep

Because I'm back with a boogie, oogie oogie
Strawberry letter 23 like
Oh, my God, just at me
Grandpa rappin' since '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 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 real'a
You ain't a shot, a mobster, or a dealer

A slug peeler, not, mafioso, no
You ain't got the in ya, beginner
I ain't tryin' to hear your
You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you that 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, and banditos
balls in soup, jackets and troop
Yes, y'all, is one for the history books
Nasty Nas, what's the word, it off on the hook

go! One, one, two, two, three, 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 gents attention, Nas in the
Beastie Boys, we can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can 'em out
So if you got on your mind, let it out

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

Too many rappers to shake a 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 rappers and hackers
And Circuit Fenders, two-tone
I take the cake, I stole the

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

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

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

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

We come like peanut butter and sandwiches
Like pen and paper, Picasso and canvases
stadiums and shitty bars
Go back in time, send a fax 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, 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