Luyện nghe bài hát Rap is Still Outta Control

Rap is control
Hey, hey rap, rap, wait what,
Rap is outta

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
and Parrish, Busta Bus, check it
This is one of my
So check it, check it

Yeah, control
F'real, rap is control, like that
PMD, makin' dollars
outta control, yo, yo

I be pulsatin' dominatin', up
Run-D.M.C. style, stop and show
E-Dub, I can't fall off, it's no way, I'm low
I stay in the cut O.J.

And the fact is, some things got to
With or more rappers that sound the same
With the same game, they all in the same gang
And the same fame

victims, quick to jump off and scream
I have to die, I'm a lie
Fake no heart, get torn apart
Messin' us? In ninety-nine, get smart

I be the one you wanna play with
Rap committees call me, just to okay
Focus on me, I grab the mic and gems
On a ill rhyme, more flashier than

Steppin' in Tan Timb's, a pocket full of with a
Couple of and a couple of hens
boring, keep shit rocking 'til morning
With the bird, the hawks start hawking

Bounce with me, me and my man keep things
Hop in the 2000, Benz with the CD skippin'
EPMD, who's with it?
Outta control like 2Pac in Juice, Bishop

Who's inferior? My be Def
And we hearin' ya, lounge in the black interior

rap is outta control
Hey, hey rap is outta
Rap is outta
Rap is control

Yo, they took our music and our beat and to make it street
Then got in the magazine and tried to sound all
it came to EPMD no one said a word
So I called up Erick Sermon and said, "This absurd"

Now we flip the bird, MC's down like herbs
Redlinin', my chrome rims up on curbs
So can you make a bill and chill and survive in the rap
deals, and cock back burners when the caps peel?

I think so, then come next the car repo
No mo' contract, just strictly in Home Depot
So front for me or the E, 'cause you know our steez
EPMD, shit, Def 2G's

we make tape and break MC's who wannabeez
And gonna-beez, burn 'em down to degrees
You heard of me, no one checkin' or servin' me
I'll your 411 into the 911 emergency, surgeon see

Rap is outta
Hey, hey rap, rap wait, wait
Hey, rap is control
Wait, wait, rap, rap is outta

And yes yes y'all, ay, yes y'all, it E

I tall, I won't fall, I recall
rhymes stall when you bust caps
Make sure kryptonite caps
I'm made of steel, I bullets like gnats

I'm like, fly high way up in the sky
And if you try to shoot me down I won't die
I

I hate, exterminate
Wait for a second E, to debate
As we take our fisherman hat off, there's no to max
On the MC, who's all on the bozack

Who that, 2000 Benz to shows that
Yo, sold out crowd, the hoes at?
And the Old Gold black, icy fat
MC's yo, where's your clothes at?