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, D, that's 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 on your mind, let it out

Yo, I been in the game since you was born
I might still be emceein' even after 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
the year 3000 and beyond
Stay up all night, and I and never die
'Cause death is the cousin of

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

Oh, I'm like J.J. Fad
Got crazy ass shit 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 pockets are
I'm no killa, but compared to you, I'm real'a
You ain't a shot, a mobster, or a drug

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 dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket

How rappers must get dissed
Gimme eight bars, and watch me bless
I start to reminisce, oh, I miss
The hip hop with which I persist

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

Let's go! 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, how we get it done like

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mike D, the man of
History in the makin', and now 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 bars
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, that's how we get it like

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