Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Checka

Riggidy-raow, ziggidy gadzuks, I go, so
on, g-geronimo, yo
I riggedy-rubber when I blabber great
I miggedy-make the twins deactivate
It's crazy, I'm backs and bustin' lips
I friggedy-freaked gladys and those freakin' pips
Shrimps, I enough noise like bamm-bamm
Throw boulders from bedrock get dropped, I slam man
So it
I it quick, aw shucks
I giddedy-got the big ducks daddy warbucks
I the coca-cabana
split
spit, so sit
I friggedy-freak it here to bangladesh
I flesh plus I get fresh like this
Swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you'll get it
Swooshed for fun, I riggedy-rhyme no one
I riggedy-rush chiggedy-chumps, I'm savage
I shake 'em up and down like the down jones
I'm cocky, like rocky, I the best
So tiggedy-tell friend, chump, 'cause here comes das efx

A-higgedy-hoy there matey, I giggedy-gots to
My saturday nights are live-er joe piscopo
So yo, siggedy-save the bait for tuna
See I be the banger, like esiason's the boomer
I'm to trot, I giggedy-gots the motts
Jewels plus dreads, so toots, call me
I the scoop 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 punched the captain and now I'm maxing with tenille
I steel, I got a big gun
I'm freaking the track brooklyn, yo, 'cause brooklyn's where I'm from

Tiggedy-time to get wild
Call me butterfingers, 'cause I dippedy-drop 'nuff
eeny meeny miney moe
Shiggedy-bop, bap I'll a rapper by his toe
I riggedy-write my pages I figgedy-feel the flavor
I the friendly skies, so now I be a sky pager
I friggedy-freaked the
The rough nestle cruncher, word to arch
Give me the 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 even stella, stella
Yo stella, here the bum rush, maybe
No static, I niggedy-knows more kids um, bebe
So higgedy-hey hey hey not but I got props
I biggedy-bust rhymes like slick rick shots
So when I friggedy-freaks the funk, I'll be the ill freaka
I stiggedy-stole an apple from this bum named
So riggedy-rub-a-dub I got the lip to make ya
Bustin with erik sherman and my man parish smith

Kiggedy-kiss my grits, check the
I diggedy-don't bruise but snooze rip van winkle
So twinkle, twinkle, little star
I sliggedy-slam dunk like abdul-jabbar
Numbskull, I up like reebok pumps
I friggedy-freak the stuff that makes a camel his humps, chumps
So wiggedy-where's the beef, um
He figgedy-fits the like the gold that's on his teeth
I 'em, I socks 'em, I drops 'em, ah-choo
So sit down, hut one, hut two
I diggedy dot my i's, and my tiggedy-t's, bro
I swiggedy-swing more than hawaii five-o