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, microphone killa, killa
Swifter than a breeze, I will Swiss emcees

[Verse 1 -
Even though I got a temper, had a long day
I will kill a tall nigga a long K
Matter of fact I'm what the song say
Mic killa, best flow-er, "that's what all say"
Let me prove it to you, the music to you
Raw and bake, I'm not puttin any on it
Back, I put the on it
coast, head on my shoulders, put my fifty on it
All day, take it off just to
I'm not a sleeper, if a nigga try to creep me put the to his chest
Yes, bullets penetrate
Tag him with the chrome, get blown like
He tried to flight, hit him right with the beam
Since I was a been a microphone fiend
Had dreams to rock, I signed with The Roc
still 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, 'em up, kick 'em out
That's one thing that they hate 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 gotta bring the out
That's one thing that I hate y'all
Whenever I floss, I bring the haters out
Used to sling hard, bring the out
Now I throw yard parties, the neighbors out
out, one mic, one DJ, a couple 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 think I got the Freeway? I move out
Listen, 20-20 couldn't see me, yeah

[Chorus - w/ ad

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

- w/ ad libs]