Luyện nghe bài hát Too Many Rappers

Mic check, mic

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 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

Yo, I been in the game before you was born
I might still be 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
Until the year 3000 and
Stay up all night, and I emcee and die
'Cause is the cousin of sleep

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

Oh, I'm like J.J. Fad
Got ass shit pullin' out the bag
Don't the tartar sauce, yo, 'cause it's sad
All these crap rappers, rappin' like crabs

I carte blanche, the vagabond
Nas is the narcissist, my are rotund
I'm no killa, but to you, I'm more real'a
You a shot, a mobster, or a drug 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 with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that

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

rum in mojitos, bullets and banditos
Matzah balls in soup, and troop
Yes, y'all, this is one for the history
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, Mike D, that's how we get it done

Ladies and attention, Nas in the house
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 type of goes inside your brain
To blow you bullshit straight out the frame
My lyrics spin round like a hurricane
So get hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer

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

To all you crab rappers and
And Circuit Fenders, splendor
I the cake, I stole the mold

The golden microphone, well that's to hold
And why all these all up in my crotch space?
Sniffin', puffin', huffin', and muggin' with a Blimpie Bluffin
Back up off me, sucka, you sayin' nothin'

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

By the way, I a strong fetish for Christian Louboutin steppers
I hear 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
Scarin' the competition as I my blades

We come like peanut butter and sandwiches
pen and paper, like Picasso and canvases
Rockin' and shitty bars
Go back in time, a fax from 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 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