Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Trippin

Mic trippin, from skipping
Off the local brooks, not
weight, throwin vocal hooks
Ryming off Apache, the Rza scratch
Records from Home Alone kid known as latchkey
beat fanatic, crates deep in attics
Forty-fives up, looped with static
Rap ring heavy, each link in my chain, Chevy
Flare from the magic lair, of medley
But deadly I merge foward, with a sharp
He must return now his departs here
Like Bull, I lay with my bow pulled
Arrow poisonous cos my clip's full
Stay in the venue, with the promoters, life parolers
the crowd wild, 9 m&m holders
Apply boulders, smash allied soldiers
Intimate roll off the cameraman's shoulder
for fame movin like Leroy
Can't be one and the same, nah it ain't
The decoy, scan with high tech radar
Til my mic strike, leave a crater
I came into with the writer's block
To prevent a sudden shock, on a flock
Clips are uncut episode, armor
I blaze one, once I struck the match off my

this, til its EQ'ed like never
Watch a mega watt bang spot, raise the
Its operation cobra, its
Control the slowly, the bold soldier

My rough cut metal tapes, quick to break
Won't hesitate to your table stake
First lesson from the session, room one
the longest awaited, but the strongest made it
Complex, complicated, elongated
sub-title, Wu claw banga off the ocean shore
Kid jaw, cut with the
engineer, vest on the youth
Make the mic booth bulletproof sparked wires
From autofire, rapid from the slangster's gat
Two hit she labeled it gangstar rap
Unseen heard, the vital nerves
of some sort, courts got to serve
Still bang em in the head, just lead no
One shot, no chaser, who gonna her
You punch-drunk swingin keys on your index
Showin off Rolex
see the joe text, you filmed it on bolex
Smashed with the largest full finger name ringer,life