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, Mike D, 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 since before you was born
I might be emceein' even after you're gone
Strange thought, I know, but my skills grow
The 80's, the 90's, 2000's, and so

On and on the crack of dawn
Until the 3000 and beyond
Stay up all night, and I and never die
'Cause death is the cousin of

Because I'm back with a bang boogie, oogie
letter 23 like Shuggie
Oh, my God, just at me
Grandpa been since '83

Oh, I'm like J.J. Fad
Got ass shit pullin' out the bag
Don't the tartar sauce, yo, 'cause it's sad
All these crap rappers, they're rappin' like

I have carte blanche, the
Nas is the narcissist, my are rotund
I'm no killa, but compared to you, I'm more
You ain't a shot, a mobster, or a dealer

A peeler, you're not, mafioso, no
You got the cutthroat in ya, beginner
I ain't tryin' to hear your
You with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket

How many must get dissed
Gimme eight bars, and watch me bless
I start to reminisce, oh, when I
The hip hop with which I persist

Like rum in mojitos, and banditos
Matzah balls in soup, jackets and
Yes, y'all, this is one for the books
Nas, what's 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 done

Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the
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 your brain
To you bullshit rappers straight out the frame
My lyrics spin round like a twister
So get your hologram on off of Wolf

Too many rappers to a stick at
I outta a tax for every weak rap
I had to to 'cause we be makin' stacks
Like Stax Records, my 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 microphone, well that's mine to hold
And why all these biters all up in my space?
Sniffin', puffin', huffin', and mean with a Blimpie Bluffin
up off me, sucka, you ain't sayin' nothin'

I'm broader than Broadway, I was in project
Dual tape recorder, oratorials all day
I'm just getting started on beat, this is foreplay
And when song finished, y'all can sing along with this

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

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

We together like peanut butter and sandwiches
Like pen and paper, like Picasso and
Rockin' and shitty bars
Go in time, send a fax from my car

One, one, two, two, three,
Too many rappers, and still not enough emcees
It three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, 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 on your mind, let it out