Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Trippin

Mic trippin, from skipping
Off the brooks, not knowing
Heavy weight, vocal hooks
Ryming off Apache, the Rza thee
Records from Home Alone kid known as latchkey
beat fanatic, crates deep in attics
Forty-fives up, looped with static
Rap ring heavy, link in my chain, trucks Chevy
ripped from the magic lair, of medley
But deadly I foward, with a sharp spear
He must return now his flight here
Like Sittin Bull, I lay with my bow
Arrow cos my enemy clip's full
in the venue, with the party promoters, life parolers
Half the crowd wild, 9 m&m
Apply boulders, smash allied soldiers
Intimate footage roll off the shoulder
Many-a-die for fame movin Leroy
be one and the same, nah it ain't b-boy
The decoy, scan with high tech radar
Til my mic strike, leave a crater
I came into this with the block
To prevent a shock, on a large flock
Clips are uncut episode, armor
I blaze one, once I struck the off my bomber

this, til its EQ'ed like never
Watch a mega watt spot, raise the lever
Its cobra, its over
the globe slowly, the bold soldier

My cut metal tapes, quick to break labelmates
hesitate to negotiate your table stake
First lesson from the session, room one
the longest awaited, but the strongest made it
Complex, complicated, compressed
Homicidial sub-title, Wu claw banga off the shore
Kid jaw, cut the jig-saw
engineer, vest on the youth
Make the mic booth bulletproof from sparked
From autofire, from the verbalist slangster's gat
Two hit she labeled it gangstar rap
Unseen heard, struck the nerves
of sort, courts got papers to serve
Still bang em in the head, lead no eraser
One shot, no chaser, who replace her
You punch-drunk swingin your keys on index
Showin off your
see the joe text, you filmed it on bolex
Smashed with the largest full name ringer,life clinger