Luyện nghe bài hát How Many Mics

Pick up your ha ha
Pick up microphones

How many do we rip on the daily
Say me say moni, Say me say many, many, many
How mic's do we rip on the daily
Say me say Many moni, Say me say many, many,

I get mad when I rhyme
Thinking of all them kids who try to do
For all the wrong
Seasons change, mad rearrange
But it all stays the same like the doctor Strange
I'm like the rapper,
Get red like a snapper they do that
Got your whole saying "True dat"
If only knew that,
It was you who was irregular,
Sold your soul for some
Muzak wack,
you use that loop over and over
Claiming that you got a new
Your are futile, ooh child
puerile,
Brain waves are
You can't create, you wait to take, my tape's
with malice
Hands get
From grippin' microphones from here to
Go ask Alice if you don't me,
I get Inner like Stevie
See me, from the chalice like the weed be
Indeed be Khalil Muhammad
MC's make me
I get
your style with no rehearsal
Oh, mon frere
you even go there
Me without a mic is a beat without a snare
I to tear into your ego,
We go, way back like some ganja and
Or Coleco,
My mind makes incisions in anatomy
And I'll back this with
Or Leviticus, God this word
You can't get this
Sweet licorice,
Dangerous syphillis, yeah.

How many mic's do we rip on the
moni, say me say many, many, many
How many mic's do we rip on the
moni, say me say many, many, many
How mic's do you rip on the daily
moni, say me say many, many, many
How many do we rip on the daily
Many moni, say me say many, many,

I to be underrated
Now I iron, makes my shit constipated
I'm concentrated.
So on my day off,
With Sonnenberg I play golf
Run through Crown Heights screaming out Tov
Problem no man
Before black, I'm first
Appetite to write like Frederick douglass a slave hand
pressure word to poppa, I ain't goin' under
One day I'll have a label and make deals with Tommy
Momma told me "You're one in a million"
Always watch back, never tangle with Haitian Sicilians
Now I got a deal, "How does it feel?"
I'm never gonna unless I get crazy like Seal.
the whole world's out of order
So at the fiend's dance on Grease with John Travolta
One got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his
The other tried to duck and caught a left my Guinness Stout
Brother brother can't you get this your head
It's a set up by the fed's scoping us with their Infra - reds.

How many mic's do you rip on the
Many moni, say me say many, many,
How mic's do I rip on the daily
moni, say me say many, many, many
How mic's do we rip on the daily
moni, say me say many, many, many

Too many MC's not enough
Exit your like I exit the turnpike
Dice and like dolomite
double deuce delight, I don't Van Dyke
Startlight to starbrite the freaks out at night
my man Wyclef (I wear my sunglasses at night)
And my panache will mosh your
Squash your squad and your body under my garage.
And when the cops come
I'll be bookin' to
Leave the trails broken tokens to Hoboken
A clean like Alec Baldwin
Drivin' in my car playin' Tracy Chapman

How mic's do we rip on the daily
moni, say me say many, many, many
How mic's do you rip on the daily
moni, say me say many, many, many
How many mic's do we rip on the
Many moni, say me say many, many,
How mic's do we rip on the daily
moni, Say me say many, many, many, many
Many, many, many, moni, many, many, many, many, many, many,