Luyện nghe bài hát Industry Is Wack

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

(Tim Dog)
I got this rap shit sewn, locked down, 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 like I'm 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 when they fuck D-O-G
I'm dramatic, - I'm charismatic
I'm down my niggaz (magnetic, magnetic)
My people, keepin it real, fuckin up your
Representin to the fullest, yo I got rhyme
SHOWTIME, pump more than the Alpine
I bet you're thinkin to yourself right now what's on my (word)
My mind's fed up, yo I'm up
These rappers and these punk bitches gonna get wet up
(WORD!) Runnin round the industry, frontin like jiggy
Just because you rap don't make you a
Who is he? unknown sucka from the projects
a few demos, now you think you got it
Rhymin like Nas (what) lookin Treach (word?)
mad weak (woo!) hooker can't catch (ha!)
Sayin Def Jam's gonna you
You betta get a job and leave that bullshit you, WORD
You got some motherfuckin
I shoulda left yo' ass on the god damn
But I'ma leave it all the motherfuckin
And my attention on those rappers in the game
NOW, first you made a jam hot (hot)
Then you made then that shit went pop (pop)
Then you made another then that shit had
You deserve what yo' ass got, motherfucker!
Tryin to run the whites
You used to Timbs, now yo' ass is in tights
And time I see you, all you wanna do is fight
Don't get mad my shit is right, aight?
I'm a motherfuckin man you
You be fake, while I gotta be true (word)
You wanna be the next when you been you
Now tell me what the FUCK am I to do? BE-ATCH!

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

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

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

Got
And you sayyyyyyyyyyy...

(Chorus)

(Tim Dog) up!