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

I get mad frustrated when I
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 love doctor
I'm tame the rapper,
Get red a snapper when they do that
Got your block saying "True dat"
If they knew that,
It was you who was irregular,
Sold soul for some secular
that's wack,
Plus you use that loop over and
Claiming that you got a new
Your attempts are futile, ooh
puerile,
Brain are sterile
You can't create, you just wait to take, my
Laced malice
Hands get
From grippin' microphones from to Dallas
Go ask Alice if you don't me,
I get Inner Visions like
See me, ascend from the chalice the weed be
Indeed be like Khalil
make me vomit
I get
Freak your with no rehearsal
Oh, contraire mon
don't you even go
Me without a mic is a beat without a snare
I to tear into your ego,
We go, way back like ganja and pelequo
Or Coleco,
My mind makes in your anatomy
And I'll back with Deuteronomy
Or Leviticus, God made word
You get with this
like licorice,
Dangerous syphillis, yeah.

How mic's do we 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
How many do you rip on the daily
Many moni, say me say many, many,
How many mic's do we rip on the
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 David Sonnenberg I golf
Run Crown Heights screaming out Mazel Tov
Problem no man
black, I'm first human
Appetite to like Frederick douglass with a slave hand
Street pressure word to poppa, I ain't under
One day I'll have a label and make with Tommy Motolla
Momma told me "You're one in a million"
Always your 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 night the fiend's dance on Grease John Travolta
One got as he coughed blood from his mouth
The other tried to duck and caught a with my Guinness Stout
brother can't you get this through your head
It's a set up by the they're scoping us with their Infra - reds.

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

Too many MC's not Mic's
Exit show like I exit the turnpike
Dice and like dolomite
double deuce delight, I don't Van Dyke
Startlight to starbrite the come out at night
Like my man Wyclef (I wear my at night)
And my panache mosh your entourage
Squash your squad and hide your under my garage.
And the cops come lookin'
I'll be to Brooklyn
Leave the trails broken tokens to Hoboken
A getaway like Alec Baldwin
in my fast car playin' Tracy Chapman

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