Luyện nghe bài hát Industry Is Wack

(Intro: Tim Dog)
Yeahhhhh.
I wanna get shit off my chest, shit off my chest
I get some shit off my chest, shit off my chest
I wanna get shit 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 like I'm eatin on some chicken
lickin, like 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, - I'm charismatic
I'm down with my (magnetic, magnetic)
My people, keepin it real, fuckin up your
Representin to the fullest, yo I got another
SHOWTIME, pump systems 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
faggot-ass rappers and these punk bitches gonna get wet up
(WORD!) Runnin round the industry, frontin like jiggy
Just you rap don't make you a piggy
Who is he? Some unknown sucka from the
Made a few demos, now you you got it
Rhymin like Nas (what) lookin Treach (word?)
Beats mad weak (woo!) hooker catch (ha!)
Sayin Def gonna sign you
You betta get a job and leave that bullshit behind you,
You got some motherfuckin
I shoulda yo' ass on the god damn curb
But I'ma leave it all the same
And my attention 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 that shit had flopped
You deserve exactly yo' ass got, motherfucker!
Tryin to run after the
You to wear Timbs, now yo' ass is in tights
And every I see you, all you wanna do is fight
Don't get mad cause my shit is right,
I'm a man like you
You wanna be fake, while I be true (word)
You wanna be the next when you shoulda you
Now tell me 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 kinda fat, that's
But how could a man rap
(When the whole industry is WAK!)

(Interlude: Keith)
Yeah, Kool checkin in
right, for you wak motherfuckers I got to show, SKILL
Tell you it is, gotta get this shit off

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

Got
And you sayyyyyyyyyyy...

(Chorus)

(Tim Dog) up!