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 before you cats was originated,
before autotune and that bullcrap was
i grabbed 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, found a chicken to and i left
to the hotel, she said she likes the she smells
and i was L after L
1 after after another 1 and i another 1,
to dutchies im gone need another lung,
i blaze haze but i dont for nicotine,
cuz i smoke cigarettes, just the green
im blazin, lightin up the haze and dont i asian
the bud im is amazin
kush sour, grandfather and the it'll
u twisted thats the reason i twist it
it'll get u twice as if u try to mix it
higher than your rent when your gettin evicted
overflowin, imma get dough and,
im blessed si i guess 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 cass is a problem, i gotta it
and your retarded plus a fagget
my dj microphone his name thorough
and im dope with the like heroine
i make the flip, you need a fix
gimme some soda, some ice, and a
i whip, wait til it cool, n cut with the razor i ya,
if u with me you touch paper
middle up fuck haters
I keep the weapon, get assassinated them guns up haters
see a part me at home never seen
when im feinin for a microphone, imma fiend
12, im worse than dracula,
turnin in my rap book, i need a spatula
thats intense, im you terrified
you see the size, u gunna die or be paralized
by any means necessary, this is has to be done
make way cuz here cass
my dj cut material material material
n bury u
it's a must that i 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 rhyme and my mom had dope
now i dont wanna to pop off n bust a shot off
if you keep the stage warm, then hop off
and gentlemen, ur about to see
me the best in the game imma to be
take it to the maximum, i relax and um
so cola on ice mixed wit yak is 1
hell of a the and hella the damn smoke
you wanna a gram 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 1 and im the remainder
so close eyes and hold ur fuckin breath
and imma squezze til theres nothing left
before you go u gunna that you've seen
a fiend on the microphone, imma microphone