Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Fiend

Tha Hustla...Larsency Family...Crossover

I serve Fiends, I became a man
but sellin cocaine wasn't part of the
I was rappin on stages before you was originated,
before autotune and that was created
When i grabbed the mic and tried to spit my
said i couldn't, they wouldnt let me get my shine
Cool..cuz i get upset,
I lit a dutch, a chicken to fuck and i left
to the hotel, she said she likes the she smells
and i was L after L
1 after after 1 and i rolled another 1,
to much dutchies im need another lung,
i haze but i dont fiend for nicotine,
cuz i dont cigarettes, just the green
im blazin, lightin up the and dont i look asian
the bud im is amazin
kush sour, grandfather and the piff
u twisted thats the reason i twist it
it'll get u as high if u try to mix it
than your rent bill when your gettin evicted
rhymes overflowin, get dough and,
im si i guess thats why my rhymes coincide..
with my thoughts in god, i thank him that he kept me alive
the microphone fiend thats me
cassidy, theres no for me
E-F-F-E-C-T, i my R-E-S-P-E-C-T
cuz cass is a problem, i gotta it
and your retarded plus a fagget
my dj gotta microphone his name
and im with the microphone like heroine
i the bass flip, you need a fix
some soda, some ice, and a brick
i whip, wait til it cool, n cut with the i made ya,
if u fuckin me you touch paper
fingers up fuck haters
I keep the weapon, get assassinated them guns up haters
see a part me people at home seen
when im feinin for a microphone, imma fiend
12, im worse than dracula,
turnin pages in my rap book, i a spatula
thats intense, im you terrified
you see the barrel size, u gunna die or be
by any means necessary, this is has to be done
way cuz here cass come
my dj cut material material material
n he'll u
it's a must that i crush any mic u to me
its inherited, it runs in my
i wrote the most rhymes, i wrote the raps,
but my dad could and my mom had dope raps
now i dont wanna have to pop off n a shot off
if you cant keep the warm, then hop off
and gentlemen, ur about to see
me the best in the game bout to be
it to the maximum, i cant relax and um
so cola on ice mixed wit yak is 1
hell of a the antidote and hella the smoke
you roll a gram of the smoke but u cant u broke
you me crack up, u shouldv'e stacked up
those who act up to get more than clapped up
any i got 1 in the chamber
2 take away 1 and im the
so close your eyes and hold ur fuckin
and imma squezze til theres nothing left
before you go u gunna that you've seen
a fiend on the microphone, imma microphone