Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Killa

[Intro - Freeway - - w/ ad libs]
Woo! Free! Yeah, we in
Uh huh, get 'em

[Chorus - Freeway - w/ ad
Who am I?
Microphone killa, killa, microphone killa
Swifter than a breeze, I Swiss cheese emcees

1 - Freeway]
Even though I got a temper, had a long day
I kill a tall nigga with a long K
Matter of fact I'm exactly the song say
Mic killa, best flow-er, "that's they all say"
Let me prove it to you, deliver the to you
Raw and bake, I'm not puttin any on it
Back, I put the on it
East coast, on my shoulders, put my fifty on it
All day, it off just to rest
I'm not a sleeper, if a nigga try to creep me put the to his chest
Yes, penetrate fresh
Tag him with the chrome, get blown like
He to take flight, hit him right with the beam
Since I was a pre-teen been a microphone
Had dreams to rock, then I signed The Roc
It's Roc for life, Rhymesayers is the team, yeah

[Chorus - w/ ad

[Verse 2 -
Find 'em all, line 'em up, 'em up
You say they got the sickest mouth, no doubt, grind 'em up, 'em out
That's one thing that hate about me
I body emcees, send 'em back to paper route
They say can do without, stay without
Never in doubt, if I'm without, I bring the lasers out
That's one thing that I about y'all
Whenever I floss, I always bring the out
Used to sling hard, bring the out
Now I throw yard parties, bring the out
Turntables out, one mic, one DJ, a guns
how we get it done, Jake One, Freeway
Do this no delay, no doubt
bang my records in the house and on the E-way
How you think I got the Freeway? I move out
Listen, vision couldn't see me, yeah

- w/ ad libs]

[Verse 3 - Chris]
Microphone (Killa), no
Bomb landmine, I don't ask shit, I demand mine
I a little bit and expand mine
Grandson killin 'em
Chest out, high, until I'm a dead guy
I'm a light on all the lives I'm lead by
Examples of successful legends and historical
As I started reppin on Records
A blessing in disguise, y'all fools ain't messin with these
insult me, you messin with my pride
It'll you, dirty money niggaz'll off you
Pullin heat, bullets deep, Randy Moss you
It ain't to, six feet deep is where they toss you
Detectives tell mommy that they you
Tell 'em Free, no and kids
But we killin niggaz just like we kill these bars too

- w/ ad libs]