Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Killa

Yeah, to the draw like an animator
down tapes like I'm Hannah Baker
Microphone
in a navigator
They just cannot the data
Baby now know I made it
(Baby now they I made it)
Uh, better get ready to bust, you ready or what?
I'm lighting the giving the heady a puff
Nobody heavy as us, venomous
Got 'em all up
Better up
Turning city from metal to dust (click boom)
Make tombs for my
Make room or I'll have 'em
I'm through all your capillaries
Give me, give me, all the god damn
the trees on deck, baby I am Groot
So
Give me more space to breathe
They saying things about me but the about me is I never care what all these motherfuckers think about me
and OG, spitting my game since '03
Feel a cold breeze whenever I to you
Speak the truth, living proof, I can reach the
And move a mountain,
You just move it
Try to climb it but the climate got your clouded
See the room is crowded when I pack the
All black pull up at the door
Murdered out, I'm burning out
Tryna get that money in amounts, I'ma need a third account
I'm the one you about, listen
Campaign mode like a
laid low 'cause I got a vision
And I bring that bitch into fruition
Got 'em wishing I stop
But I slow down like I'm running from the cops
Put money in the pot (yah)
Got the pocket aces and take it no debating
me everything you got, 'cause
I am the mic, the microphone
I grip the mic, like Mike I'm all
Looking for a bigger dinner got the world up on my like a fidget spinner bitches, because you know that I'm the

I am the mic, the microphone
I am the one with the gun
I am the light, recite no filla
Don't step to the best and respect
I'm on deck so it's to protect your neck because
I am the mic, the killa
I am the mic, the microphone
I am the mic, the killa
I am the mic, the mic, the mic, the mic, the
The microphone

I'm the killa with a gun on my waist
Fuck out my face, tequila out the jug with no chase
And running apes, gorillas, fuck the love it's just hate
Snatching crumbs off plate and ask if you got something to say, I doubt it
I'm feelin' violent, I've been a tyrant since
My potion's strong I'm the OG like
I'm going hard like a first booty call
Every verse will give pins and needles like a voodoo doll
Now every single rapper Big Merk is taking doo on
See me in a when the news come on
Shout out Webby we the with the juice
I got an army right me, we are hundred, strong salute, yeah
These bitches salty, they froggy, well get up off me
What's in the I fold 'em up like I did the laundry
I'm Cobain, with a hint of Auzzie, my shit is haunting
I 'em softly, I'm ice-cold like I went to bargaining
I never fall off once
I'm Air Jordan in his prime and are Walmart chucks
My fan base will growing like Paul Blart's gut
One bar in the will get these Pop-Tarts stuck, I'm saying
These ignoramuses I'm famous, the shit is dated
I'm sipping Jameson about which whip to blaze in
I feel the it's just motivation to get me paid with
So if they say they don't like me means I fit the A-list
Hey bitch, why you mad at the I've had it with this
You think you dope, but I'm sick
Hacking this shit, back in the mix, gargantuous
You think you slick you get slapped with a dick, no
Everybody wants to off Merk
It's R.I.P Prodigy, I'm bringing hell on
We the truth, we the that you should bet on first
Yo Webby this shit's like a hundred and ten bar verse, get it
It's probably 'cause I've never wrote my shit in time
Which means that now I have to go and add in just a couple
Fuck it's fine, we the right now
CT to Canada like how you feeling now

I am the mic, the killa
I am the one the golden gun
I am the light, recite no filla
step to the best and expect respect
I'm on deck so it's best to protect your because
I am the mic, the killa
I am the mic, the microphone
I am the mic, the microphone
I am the mic, the mic, the mic, the mic, the
The killa