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 like

and gents 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 before you was
I might still be even after you're gone
Strange thought, I know, but my skills still
The 80's, the 90's, 2000's, and so

On and on until the of dawn
Until the 3000 and beyond
up all night, and I emcee and never die
'Cause is the cousin of sleep

Because I'm back a bang 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 crazy ass shit out the bag
Don't forget the tartar sauce, yo, 'cause sad
All these crap rappers, they're 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 peeler, you're not, mafioso, no
You ain't got the in ya, beginner
I ain't tryin' to your racket
You work police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket

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

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

Let's go! One, one, two, two, three,
Too rappers, and there's still 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
Beastie Boys, we can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can 'em out
So if you got on your mind, let it out

this the type of lyric goes inside your brain
To blow you bullshit rappers out the frame
My lyrics spin round like a hurricane
So get your hologram on off of Wolf

Too many rappers to shake a at
I charge a tax for every weak rap
I had to listen to we be makin' stacks
Like Stax Records, my squad we gotta pack, we coming whack

To all you rappers and hackers
And Circuit Fenders, splendor
I take the cake, I stole the

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

I'm than 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 with this

By the way, I have a strong for Christian Louboutin steppers
I Russian 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?

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

We come together like peanut butter and
Like pen and paper, like Picasso and
Rockin' stadiums and bars
Go back in time, send a fax my car

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 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