Luyện nghe bài hát Industry Is Wack

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

(Tim Dog)
I got this rap shit sewn, locked down, from the to the sky
L.A., all the way to Long I
Who am I? That motherfuckin who be dissin
I be motherfuckers like I'm eatin on some chicken
Finger lickin, I got you out of Sylvia's
Copeland's, Roscoe's, pollo,
Bo-jangles, Popeye's, KFC
Yo MC's ain't got no wins they 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 your
Representin to the fullest, yo I got rhyme
SHOWTIME, pump more systems the Alpine
I bet you're thinkin to right now what's on my mind (word)
My fed up, yo I'm dead up
faggot-ass rappers and these punk bitches gonna get wet up
(WORD!) Runnin round the industry, frontin they're jiggy
Just because you rap make you a piggy
Who is he? Some unknown from the projects
a few demos, now you think you got it
Rhymin like Nas (what) lookin like (word?)
mad weak (woo!) hooker can't catch (ha!)
Sayin Def Jam's sign you
You get a job and leave that bullshit behind you, WORD
You got some motherfuckin
I shoulda left yo' ass on the god curb
But I'ma it all the motherfuckin same
And focus my on those rappers in the game
NOW, you made a jam that's hot (hot)
Then you made another that shit went pop (pop)
Then you made another then that had flopped
You deserve exactly yo' ass got, motherfucker!
to run after the whites
You used to Timbs, now yo' ass is in tights
And every time I see you, all you wanna do is
get mad cause my shit is right, aight?
I'm a motherfuckin man you
You wanna be fake, while I gotta be (word)
You wanna be the next when you shoulda you
Now me what the FUCK am I supposed to do? BE-ATCH!

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

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

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

Got
And you sayyyyyyyyyyy...

(Chorus)

(Tim Dog) up!