Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Fiend

Tha Hustla...Larsency Family...Crossover

I serve Fiends, Before I a man
but cocaine wasn't part of the gameplan
I was rappin on stages you cats was originated,
autotune and that bullcrap was created
When i grabbed the mic and to spit my rhymes
they said i couldn't, they wouldnt let me get my
Cool..cuz i get upset,
I lit a dutch, found a to fuck and i left
to the hotel, she she likes the weed she smells
and i was rollin L L
1 after after another 1 and i rolled 1,
to much dutchies im gone another lung,
i blaze haze but i dont for nicotine,
cuz i dont smoke cigarettes, just the
im blazin, lightin up the haze and dont i asian
the bud im smokin is
kush sour, grandfather and the piff
have u twisted thats the reason i it
get u twice as high if u try to mix it
higher than your bill when your gettin evicted
overflowin, imma get dough and,
im blessed si i thats why my rhymes coincide..
with my thoughts in god, i gotta thank him that he kept me
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 is a problem, i gotta have it
and your retarded plus a fagget
my dj gotta his name thorough
and im dope with the microphone heroine
i the bass flip, you need a fix
some soda, some ice, and a brick
i whip, til it cool, n cut with the razor i made ya,
if u fuckin me you touch paper
middle fingers up fuck
I keep the weapon, get when them guns up haters
see a me people at home never seen
when im feinin for a microphone, imma microphone
after 12, im worse dracula,
turnin in my rap book, i need a spatula
intense, im convinced you terrified
you see the barrel size, u gunna die or be
by any means necessary, is what has to be done
make way cuz here come
my dj cut material material material
n he'll u
a must that i crush any mic u hand to me
its inherited, it in my family
i wrote the most rhymes, i the most raps,
but my dad could rhyme and my mom had raps
now i dont wanna have to pop off n a shot off
if you cant the stage warm, then hop off
ladies and gentlemen, ur to see
me the best in the imma bout to be
it to the maximum, i cant relax and um
so coca on ice mixed wit yak is 1
hell of a the antidote and hella the damn
you wanna roll a of the smoke but u cant u broke
you me crack up, u shouldv'e stacked up
who act up need to get more than clapped up
any i got 1 in the chamber
2 take away 1 and im the
so close eyes and hold ur fuckin breath
and imma squezze til theres fuckin left
before you go u gunna know that you've
a fiend on the microphone, microphone fiend