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 Many moni, Say me say 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 I rhyme
of all them kids who try to do this
For all the wrong
Seasons change, mad rearrange
But it all stays the like the love doctor Strange
I'm like the rapper,
Get red like a snapper when do that
Got your whole block "True dat"
If only knew that,
It was you who was irregular,
Sold your for some secular
that's wack,
Plus you use that loop and over
Claiming you got a new style
Your attempts are futile, ooh
puerile,
Brain are sterile
You can't create, you just to take, my tape's
with malice
Hands get
From grippin' from here to Dallas
Go ask Alice if you don't me,
I get Inner Visions Stevie
See me, from the chalice like the weed be
Indeed be like Khalil
make me vomit
I get
your style with no rehearsal
Oh, contraire mon
you even go there
Me without a mic is like a beat without a
I dare to tear your ego,
We go, way like some ganja and pelequo
Or Coleco,
My mind incisions in your anatomy
And back this 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
Many moni, say me say many, many,
How many mic's do we rip on the
Many moni, say me say many, many,
How many do you rip on the daily
moni, say me say many, many, many
How many mic's do we rip on the
moni, say me say many, many, many

I used to be
Now I take iron, makes my constipated
I'm concentrated.
So on my day off,
David Sonnenberg I play golf
Run through Crown screaming out Mazel Tov
Problem no man
Before black, I'm human
Appetite to write like Frederick douglass a slave hand
Street pressure word to poppa, I ain't goin'
One day I'll have a label and make with Tommy Motolla
Momma told me "You're one in a million"
Always watch your back, never with Haitian Sicilians
Now I got a record deal, "How it feel?"
I'm gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal.
Cause the whole out of order
So at the fiend's dance on Grease with John Travolta
One got slaughtered as he blood from his mouth
The other tried to duck and caught a left my Guinness Stout
Brother brother can't you get through 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
moni, say me say many, many, many
How many mic's do I rip on the
moni, say me say many, many, many
How many mic's do we rip on the
Many moni, say me say many, many,

Too many MC's not enough
your show like I exit the turnpike
Dice and like dolomite
double deuce delight, I don't Dick Van
Startlight to starbrite the freaks come out at
Like my man Wyclef (I my sunglasses at night)
And my panache will mosh entourage
your squad and hide your body under my garage.
And when the cops lookin'
be bookin' to Brooklyn
Leave the trails broken flippin' tokens to
A clean like Alec Baldwin
Drivin' in my fast car Tracy Chapman

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
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,