Luyện nghe bài hát Rap is Still Outta Control

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

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

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

I be dominatin', up above
Run-D.M.C. style, stop and love
E-Dub, I fall off, it's no way, I'm down low
I in the cut with O.J.

And the is, some things got to change
eight or more rappers that sound the same
With the game, like they all in the same gang
And claim the same

Suicide victims, quick to 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 last one you play with
Rap committees call me, just to shit
Focus on me, I grab the mic and drop
On a ill rhyme, flashier than rims

Steppin' in Tan Timb's, a pocket full of with a
Couple of and a couple of hens
Never boring, shit rocking 'til morning
With the bird, until the hawks start

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

inferior? My Squad be Def
And we ain't hearin' ya, in the black interior

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

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

Now we flip the bird, back-breakin' MC's down herbs
Redlinin', bendin' my chrome rims up on
So can you make a bill and and survive in the rap field?
Flip deals, and cock back burners when the caps

I don't think so, then come the car repo
No mo' contract, just handyman in Home Depot
So don't front for me or the E, 'cause you know our
EPMD, shit, Def 2G's

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

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

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

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

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

I hate, let's
Wait for a second E, time to
As we take our hat off, there's no time to max
On the crab MC, who's all on the

Who knows that, 2000 Benz to that
Yo, sold out crowd, where's the at?
And the Old black, icy cold fat
Wack MC's yo, where's your at?