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 twins
It's crazy, I'm biggedy-breakin' backs and lips
I gladys knight and those freakin' pips
Shrimps, I miggedy-make 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 like daddy
I riggedy-rocked the
split
spit, so sit
I friggedy-freak it here to bangladesh
I riggedy-rippin' plus I get fresh like this
Swish, kid, you'll get it done
Swooshed for fun, I like no one
I biggedy-bum chiggedy-chumps, I'm savage
I 'em up and down like the down jones average
I'm cocky, like rocky, I the best
So tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, 'cause comes das efx

there matey, I giggedy-gots to flow
My saturday are live-er than joe piscopo
So yo, siggedy-save the for charlie tuna
See I be the boogie banger, like esiason's the
I'm to trot, I giggedy-gots the motts
Jewels plus dreads, so toots, me goldilocks
I ciggedy-catch the scoop from peter
Do a spin the mag and I slide like peggy fleming
Or a smiggedy-smack a fag and 'em up until he squeals
I hawiian punched the and now I'm maxing with tenille
I steel, I got a big gun
I'm the track from brooklyn, yo, 'cause brooklyn's where I'm from

Tiggedy-time to get buck
Call me butterfingers, 'cause I dippedy-drop styles
Iggedy meeny miney moe
Shiggedy-bop, bap I'll a rapper by his toe
I riggedy-write my pages when I the flavor
I fliggedy-fly the skies, so now I be a sky pager
I the funka
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 tiggedy no shorts, I'm not the fella
I can even stella, stella
Yo stella, here the bum rush, maybe
No static, I niggedy-knows kids than um, bebe
So higgedy-hey hey hey not but I got props
I biggedy-bust rhymes slick rick busts shots
So when I friggedy-freaks the funk, I'll be the ill funk
I stiggedy-stole an apple from bum named bonita
So riggedy-rub-a-dub I got the lip to ya flip
Bustin heads erik sherman and my man parish smith

Kiggedy-kiss my grits, check the
I diggedy-don't bruise but like rip van winkle
So twinkle, twinkle, little star
I sliggedy-slam dunk like kareem
Numbskull, I piggedy-pump up reebok pumps
I friggedy-freak the stuff that a camel lose his humps, chumps
So the beef, um chief
He figgedy-fits the mold like the gold that's on his
I rocks 'em, I socks 'em, I '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