Luyện nghe bài hát Too Many Rappers

Mic check, mic

One, one, two, two, three,
Too many rappers, and still not enough emcees
It three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, D, that's how we get it done like

and gents 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

Yo, I been in the game before you was born
I might be emceein' 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 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 a bang boogie, oogie oogie
Strawberry letter 23 like
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 rappers, they're 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 ain't a shot, a mobster, or a dealer

A peeler, you're not, mafioso, no
You ain't got the cutthroat in ya,
I ain't tryin' to hear your
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 which I persist

Like rum in mojitos, bullets and
Matzah in soup, jackets and troop
Yes, y'all, this is one for the history
Nasty Nas, the word, count 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

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

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

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

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 all up in my crotch space?
Sniffin', puffin', huffin', and mean 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 started on this beat, this is
And when this song finished, y'all can sing along this

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

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

We come together peanut butter and sandwiches
Like pen and paper, like 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 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
Beastie Boys, we can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can 'em out
So if you got on your mind, let it out