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 done

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 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 3000 and beyond
up all night, and I emcee and never die
'Cause is the cousin of sleep

I'm back with a bang boogie, oogie oogie
Strawberry 23 like Shuggie
Oh, my God, just at me
been rappin' since '83

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

I carte 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 drug

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

How rappers must get dissed
Gimme eight bars, and watch me this
I to reminisce, oh, when I miss
The real hip hop with I persist

rum in mojitos, bullets and banditos
Matzah in soup, jackets and troop
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 still not emcees
It three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, D, that's how we get it done like

Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the
Beastie Boys, we can turn 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 straight out the frame
My spin round like a hurricane twister
So get your hologram on off of Blitzer

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

To all you crab rappers and
And Circuit Fenders, two-tone
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 mean muggin' with a Bluffin
up off me, sucka, you ain't sayin' nothin'

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

By the way, I have a fetish for Christian Louboutin steppers
I hear Russian blonde's the
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
History in the makin', and now takin'
Titles, awards, and
Scarin' the competition as I my blades

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

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 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