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, 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 on your mind, let it out

Yo, I been in the game since you was born
I might still be even after you're gone
thought, I know, but my skills still grow
The 80's, the 90's, 2000's, and so

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

I'm back with a bang boogie, oogie 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 forget the tartar sauce, yo, it's sad
All crap rappers, they're rappin' 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 slug peeler, not, mafioso, no
You ain't got the cutthroat in ya,
I ain't tryin' to your racket
You work police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket

How many rappers must get
Gimme eight bars, and me bless this
I start to reminisce, oh, when I
The real hip hop with which I

Like rum in mojitos, bullets and
Matzah balls in soup, jackets and
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 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

and gents attention, Nas in the house
With 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 a hurricane twister
So get your on off of Wolf Blitzer

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

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

The golden microphone, well that's to hold
And why all these biters all up in my 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
tape recorder, lacin' oratorials all day
I'm just getting started on this beat, is foreplay
And this song finished, y'all can sing along with this

By the way, I have a strong fetish for Christian Louboutin
I hear Russian the wettest
But anyway, I pay homage to my fellas
And that's what's on my 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 competition as I sharpen my

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

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 attention, Nas in the house
Beastie Boys, we can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can 'em out
So if you got somethin' on mind, let it out