Luyện nghe bài hát Too Many Rappers

Mic check, mic

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 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 emceein' even after gone
Strange thought, I know, but my skills still
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 emcee and die
'Cause death is the cousin of

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

Oh, I'm like J.J. Fad
Got ass shit pullin' out the bag
Don't forget the tartar sauce, yo, it's sad
All these crap rappers, 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 more
You a shot, a mobster, or a drug dealer

A slug peeler, not, mafioso, no
You ain't got the cutthroat in ya,
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 bars, and watch me bless this
I start to reminisce, oh, 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 history
Nasty Nas, what's the word, it off on the hook

go! One, one, two, two, three, 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

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

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

Too rappers to shake a stick 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 never whack

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

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

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

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

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

We come together peanut butter and sandwiches
pen and paper, like Picasso and canvases
Rockin' 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 enough
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 somethin' on mind, let it out