Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Checka

Riggidy-raow, gadzuks, here I go, so
on, g-geronimo, yo
I biggedy-burn riggedy-rubber when I blabber
I miggedy-make the wonder deactivate
It's crazy, I'm biggedy-breakin' backs and bustin'
I friggedy-freaked gladys knight and freakin' pips
Shrimps, I miggedy-make enough noise like
Throw boulders bedrock you'll get dropped, I slam man
So it
I it quick, aw shucks
I giddedy-got the big ducks like warbucks
I the coca-cabana
Banana
spit, so sit
I friggedy-freak it from here to
I flesh plus I get fresh like this
Swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, get it done
Swooshed for fun, I like no one
I biggedy-bum riggedy-rush chiggedy-chumps, I'm
I 'em up and down like the down jones average
I'm cocky, like rocky, I biggedy-bangs the
So tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, 'cause comes das efx

A-higgedy-hoy there matey, I to flow
My saturday nights are live-er joe piscopo
So yo, siggedy-save the bait for charlie
See I be the boogie banger, esiason's the boomer
I'm higgedy-hots to trot, I the motts
Jewels dreads, so toots, call me goldilocks
I ciggedy-catch the from peter jennings
Do a spin like the mag and I slide peggy fleming
Or a a fag and choke 'em up until he squeals
I hawiian the captain and now I'm maxing with tenille
I steel, I got a big gun
I'm freaking the track from brooklyn, yo, 'cause brooklyn's I'm from

to get buck wild
Call me butterfingers, 'cause I dippedy-drop 'nuff
Iggedy eeny miney moe
Shiggedy-bop, bap I'll snatch a by his toe
I riggedy-write my pages when I figgedy-feel the
I fliggedy-fly the skies, so now I be a sky pager
I friggedy-freaked the
The rough cruncher, word to arch bunker
me the mike and I'll liggedy-light it up like uncle fester
Microphone checka, one two
I take no shorts, I'm not the fella
I can act: stella, stella
Yo stella, here the bum rush, maybe
No static, I niggedy-knows more than um, bebe
So higgedy-hey hey hey not but I got props
I biggedy-bust like slick rick busts shots
So I friggedy-freaks the funk, I'll be the ill funk freaka
I stiggedy-stole an apple from this bum bonita
So I got the lip to make ya flip
Bustin heads erik sherman and my man parish smith

Kiggedy-kiss my grits, the jingle
I diggedy-don't bruise but snooze like rip van
So twinkle, twinkle, twinkle little
I sliggedy-slam dunk like kareem
Numbskull, I piggedy-pump up like pumps
I friggedy-freak the stuff that makes a camel lose his humps,
So the beef, um chief
He figgedy-fits the mold like the gold that's on his
I 'em, I socks 'em, I drops 'em, ah-choo
So sit down, hut one, hut two
I dot my i's, and cross my tiggedy-t's, bro
I swiggedy-swing more than hawaii five-o