Luyện nghe bài hát Industry Is Wack

(Intro: Tim Dog)
Yeahhhhh.
I wanna get some shit off my chest, off my chest
I wanna get some shit off my chest, shit off my
I wanna get some off my chest

(Tim Dog)
I got rap shit sewn, locked down, from the ground to the sky
From L.A., all the way to I
Who am I? That nigga who be dissin
I be rippin motherfuckers I'm eatin on some chicken
Finger lickin, like I got you out of
Copeland's, Roscoe's, pollo,
Bo-jangles, Popeye's, KFC
Yo MC's ain't got no wins when fuck with D-O-G
I'm dramatic, emphatic - I'm
I'm with my niggaz (magnetic, magnetic)
My people, keepin it real, fuckin up mind
Representin to the fullest, yo I got another
SHOWTIME, more systems than the Alpine
I bet you're thinkin to yourself right now on my mind (word)
My fed up, yo I'm dead up
These faggot-ass rappers and punk bitches gonna get wet up
(WORD!) Runnin round the industry, frontin they're jiggy
Just you rap don't make you a piggy
Who is he? Some unknown sucka the projects
Made a few demos, now you you got it
Rhymin Nas (what) lookin like Treach (word?)
Beats mad weak (woo!) hooker catch (ha!)
Sayin Def Jam's gonna you
You betta get a job and leave that behind you, WORD
You got some nerve
I shoulda left yo' ass on the god damn
But I'ma it all the motherfuckin same
And focus my attention on those rappers in the
NOW, first you a jam that's hot (hot)
Then you made another then that went pop (pop)
Then you made another that shit had flopped
You exactly what yo' ass got, motherfucker!
Tryin to run after the
You to wear Timbs, now yo' ass is in tights
And every time I see you, all you do is fight
Don't get mad cause my is right, aight?
I'm a man like you
You wanna be fake, I gotta be true (word)
You be the next when you shoulda been you
Now tell me what the am I supposed to do? BE-ATCH!

(Chorus 2X: Tim Dog) + (Kool Keith)
All I do is rap
Get some trap, and life kinda fat, that's that
But how a man just rap
(When the fuckin industry is WAK!)

(Interlude: Keith)
Yeah, Kool checkin in
That's right, for you wak motherfuckers I got to show,
Tell you it is, gotta get this shit off

(Kool Keith)
ain't the Grammy awards, ass-tight tuxedos
Niggaz are phony, tryin to act my peoples
TV stars, Mariah Carey, Jackson
Her brother Michael, feelin babies for rectum action
Niggaz Al Green, you can't trust Little Richard.
. bitchard
Girls today slept Rock Hudson
The NBA - your favorite ballplayer's gay
Girls go nut, get havin wild sex
In big mansions, unsafe sex
Sniffin coke, movie stars in fly cards
Everybody has a card, a fake business
I'm that O.J. who gives a fuck his case
Madonna, that devil wearin paint on her face
You the industry has already crossed over sexually
A lot of people turned
Sodom and Gomorr', it's time for
Half of y'all sing at the AIDS Foundation
I lay it down clown and take your famous queer
Glamour and mixed up, you slept with Rod Stewart
Girls get caught, take off they heels for they record
Did you get the BITCH?

Got
And you sayyyyyyyyyyy...

(Chorus)

(Tim Dog) up!