Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Killa

Yeah, quick to the like an animator
Laying down tapes I'm Hannah Baker
Microphone
Rolling in a
They just cannot load the
now they know I made it
(Baby now they know I it)
Uh, better get ready to bust, you ready or what?
I'm lighting the medical giving the heady a
heavy as us, venomous touch
Got 'em all up
give up
Turning your city metal to dust (click boom)
tombs for my adversaries
Make or I'll have 'em buried
I'm cutting through all capillaries
Give me, me, all the god damn loot
With the trees on deck, baby I am
So
Give me some space to breathe
They saying things about me but the thing about me is I never care what all these motherfuckers about me
Young and OG, spitting my since '03
Feel a cold breeze whenever I to you
Speak the truth, living proof, I can reach the
And a mountain, you?
You move around it
Try to climb it but the climate got your movements
See the is crowded when I pack the show
All black bumblebee pull up at the
Murdered out, I'm burning out
Tryna get that money in absurd amounts, I'ma need a account
I'm the one you heard about,
Campaign like a politician
Never laid low I got a vision
And I gotta bring that into fruition
Got 'em wishing I stop
But I never slow down like I'm running from the
Put some in the pot (yah)
Got the pocket aces and I'll it no debating
me everything you got, 'cause
I am the mic, the killa
I grip the mic, like Mike I'm all
Looking for a bigger dinner got the world up on my finger-tip like a fidget spinner bitches, because you know 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 to the best and expect respect
I'm on so it's best to protect your neck because
I am the mic, the killa
I am the mic, the killa
I am the mic, the killa
I am the mic, the mic, the mic, the mic, the
The killa

I'm the microphone killa a gun on my waist
Fuck out my face, drink out the jug with no chase
And running with apes, gorillas, fuck the it's just hate
Snatching off your 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 hard like a virgin's first booty call
Every verse will give them pins and like a voodoo doll
Now every single rapper Big Merk is taking doo on
See me in a camo-balaclava when the news on
Shout out Webby we the with the juice
I got an army behind me, we are hundred, strong salute, yeah
These bitches salty, they feeling froggy, get up off me
What's in the coffee? I fold 'em up like I did the
I'm Cobain, with a hint of Auzzie, my shit is haunting
I 'em softly, I'm ice-cold like I went to bargaining
Nevertheless I never off once
I'm Air Jordan in his prime and y'all are Walmart
My fan base will keep growing like Paul gut
One bar in the booth will get these Pop-Tarts stuck, I'm
These ignoramuses think I'm famous, the is dated
I'm sipping Jameson thinking about whip to blaze in
I feel the hate it's just to get me paid with
So if they say they don't like me that 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 actually
this shit, back in the mix, gargantuous shit
You think you slick you get slapped with a dick, no
wants to head off Merk
It's R.I.P Prodigy, I'm bringing on Earth
We the truth, we the that you should bet on first
Yo Webby this like a hundred and ten bar verse, let's get it
It's 'cause I've never wrote my shit in double time
Which means that now I to go and add in just a couple lines
Fuck it's fine, we the illest now
CT to Canada how you feeling right now

I am the mic, the microphone
I am the one the golden gun
I am the light, recite with no
Don't step to the best and 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