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 on stages before you cats was originated,
before autotune and that bullcrap was
When i grabbed the mic and to spit my rhymes
they said i couldn't, they 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 rollin L L
1 after after 1 and i rolled another 1,
to much im gone need another lung,
i blaze haze but i dont for nicotine,
cuz i dont cigarettes, just the green
im blazin, lightin up the and dont i look asian
the bud im smokin is
kush sour, grandfather and the it'll
have u twisted thats the reason i it
it'll get u twice as if u try to mix it
higher your rent bill when your gettin evicted
overflowin, imma get dough and,
im blessed si i guess thats why my coincide..
my thoughts in god, i gotta thank him that he kept me alive
the invincible microphone fiend me
cassidy, no match for me
E-F-F-E-C-T, i need my
cuz cass is a problem, i have it
and retarded plus your a fagget
my dj gotta his name thorough
and im dope with the microphone like
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 with me you touch
middle up fuck haters
I keep the weapon, get assassinated when them guns up
see a part me people at home seen
when im feinin for a microphone, imma microphone
after 12, im than dracula,
pages in my rap book, i need a spatula
thats intense, im you terrified
you see the barrel size, u gunna die or be
by any means necessary, this is what has to be
make way cuz here come
my dj cut material material material
n bury u
it's a must that i crush any mic u to me
its inherited, it in my family
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 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 and hella the damn smoke
you wanna roll a gram of the smoke but u u broke
you makin me crack up, u shouldv'e up
those who act up need to get more than up
any i got 1 in the chamber
2 take 1 and im the remainder
so your eyes and hold ur fuckin breath
and imma squezze til theres nothing left
before you go u gunna know that seen
a fiend on the microphone, imma fiend