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,
before autotune and that was created
When i the mic and tried to spit my rhymes
they 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 she likes the weed she smells
and i was L after L
1 after another 1 and i rolled another 1,
to much dutchies im gone another lung,
i blaze haze but i dont for nicotine,
cuz i dont smoke cigarettes, the green
im blazin, lightin up the and dont i look asian
the bud im is amazin
kush sour, grandfather and the piff
have u twisted thats the i twist it
it'll get u twice as if u try to mix it
higher than rent bill when your gettin evicted
rhymes overflowin, get dough and,
im si i guess thats why my rhymes coincide..
my thoughts in god, i gotta 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 have it
and your retarded plus your a
my dj gotta microphone his name
and im dope with the microphone like
i make the flip, you need a fix
gimme soda, some ice, and a brick
i whip, wait til it cool, n cut with the razor i ya,
if u fuckin with me you touch
fingers up fuck haters
I keep the weapon, get assassinated them guns up haters
see a part me people at home never
when im for a microphone, imma microphone fiend
12, im worse than dracula,
turnin pages in my rap book, i need a
thats intense, im convinced you
you see the barrel size, u die or be paralized
by any necessary, this is what has to be done
make way cuz here come
my dj cut material material material
n bury u
it's a must i crush any mic u hand 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 bust a off
if you keep the stage warm, then hop off
and gentlemen, ur about to see
me the in the game imma bout to be
take it to the maximum, i relax and um
so cola on ice mixed wit yak is 1
hell of a the antidote and hella the damn
you wanna roll a gram of the smoke but u u broke
you makin me up, u shouldv'e stacked up
those who act up need to get more than up
any i got 1 in the chamber
2 away 1 and im the remainder
so close your eyes and hold ur breath
and squezze til theres nothing fuckin left
you go u gunna know that you've seen
a on the microphone, imma microphone fiend