Luyện nghe bài hát How Many Mics

Pick up your ha ha
up your microphones

How mic's 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 when I rhyme
Thinking of all kids who try to do this
For all the wrong
Seasons change, mad things
But it all stays the same like the love Strange
I'm like the rapper,
Get red like a when they do that
Got your whole saying "True dat"
If they knew that,
It was you who was irregular,
Sold soul for some secular
Muzak wack,
Plus you use that loop and over
that you got a new style
Your are futile, ooh child
puerile,
Brain waves are
You create, you just wait to take, my tape's
Laced with
get calloused
From grippin' from here to Dallas
Go ask if you don't believe me,
I get Inner Visions Stevie
See me, from the chalice like the weed be
Indeed be like Khalil
MC's me vomit
I get
Freak your with no rehearsal
Oh, contraire mon
you even go there
Me without a mic is like a without a snare
I dare to tear your ego,
We go, way back like ganja and pelequo
Or Coleco,
My makes incisions in your anatomy
And I'll back with Deuteronomy
Or Leviticus, God this word
You can't get with
Sweet licorice,
like syphillis, yeah.

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

I used to be
Now I take iron, makes my 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 human
to write like Frederick douglass with a slave hand
Street word to poppa, I ain't goin' under
One day have a label and make deals with Tommy Motolla
Momma always me "You're one in a million"
watch your back, never tangle with Haitian Sicilians
Now I got a record deal, "How it feel?"
I'm gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal.
the whole world's out of order
So at night the fiend's on Grease with John Travolta
One got slaughtered as he blood from his mouth
The tried to duck and caught a left with my Guinness Stout
brother can't you get this through your head
It's a set up by the fed's they're scoping us their Infra - reds.

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

Too many not enough Mic's
Exit your show I exit the turnpike
and dynamite like dolomite
double deuce delight, I don't Van Dyke
Startlight to starbrite the freaks come out at
Like my man Wyclef (I wear my 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 broken flippin' tokens to Hoboken
A clean like Alec Baldwin
Drivin' in my fast car playin' Tracy

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