Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Killa

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

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

[Verse 1 -
Even I got a short temper, had a long day
I will kill a nigga with a long K
Matter of fact I'm what the song say
Mic killa, flow-er, "that's what they all say"
Let me it to you, deliver the music to you
Raw and bake, I'm not puttin any on it
Back, I put the on it
East coast, head on my shoulders, put my on it
All day, take it off to rest
I'm not a sleeper, if a nigga try to creep me put the heater to his
Yes, bullets fresh
Tag him with the chrome, get like reefer
He tried to take flight, hit him right with the
Since I was a pre-teen a microphone fiend
Had to rock, then I signed with The Roc
It's still Roc for life, Rhymesayers is the team,

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

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

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