Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Fiend

Tha Hustla...Larsency Family...Crossover

I Fiends, Before I became a man
but sellin cocaine wasn't part of the
I was on stages before you cats was originated,
autotune and that bullcrap was created
When i grabbed the mic and tried to my rhymes
said i couldn't, they wouldnt let me get my shine
Cool..cuz i get upset,
I lit a dutch, found a chicken to and i left
to the hotel, she she likes the weed she smells
and i was rollin L L
1 after another 1 and i rolled another 1,
to much im gone need another lung,
i blaze but i dont fiend for nicotine,
cuz i smoke cigarettes, just the green
im blazin, lightin up the haze and i look asian
the bud im is amazin
kush sour, and the piff it'll
have u twisted thats the reason i it
get u twice as high if u try to mix it
higher than your rent bill when gettin evicted
overflowin, imma get dough and,
im blessed si i guess why my rhymes coincide..
with my in god, i gotta thank him that he kept me alive
the microphone fiend thats me
cassidy, no match 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 the microphone like heroine
i make the bass flip, you 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 with me you paper
middle fingers up fuck
I keep the weapon, get when them guns up haters
see a part me at home never seen
when im feinin for a microphone, imma microphone
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 die or be paralized
by any means necessary, this is has to be done
way cuz here cass come
my dj cut material material material
n bury u
a must that i crush any mic u hand to me
its inherited, it runs in my
i wrote the most rhymes, i the most raps,
but my dad could rhyme and my mom had raps
now i dont have to pop off n bust a shot off
if you cant keep the warm, then hop off
and gentlemen, ur about to see
me the in the game imma 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 and hella the damn smoke
you wanna roll a gram of the but u cant 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 take away 1 and im the
so close eyes and hold ur fuckin breath
and imma squezze til theres nothing left
you go u gunna know that you've seen
a fiend on the microphone, imma fiend