Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Killa

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

[Chorus - - w/ ad libs]
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 nigga with a long K
Matter of I'm exactly what the song say
Mic killa, best flow-er, "that's what 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
coast, head on my shoulders, put my fifty on it
All day, take it off to rest
I'm not a sleeper, if a try to creep me put the heater to his chest
Yes, bullets fresh
Tag him the chrome, get blown like reefer
He tried to flight, hit him right with the beam
Since I was a pre-teen a microphone fiend
Had to rock, then I signed with The Roc
It's still Roc for life, is the team, yeah

- w/ ad libs]

[Verse 2 -
Find 'em all, 'em up, pick 'em up
You say got the sickest mouth, no doubt, grind 'em up, kick 'em out
That's one thing that they hate me
I emcees, send 'em back to they paper route
They say they can do without, without
in doubt, if I'm without, I gotta bring the lasers out
That's one that I hate about y'all
Whenever I floss, I always bring the out
Used to sling hard, the neighbors out
Now I throw yard parties, the neighbors out
Turntables out, one mic, one DJ, a guns
how we get it done, Jake One, Freeway
Do this with no delay, no
They my records in the house and on the E-way
How you think I got the name Freeway? I out
Listen, 20-20 vision couldn't see me,

- w/ ad libs]

[Verse 3 - Young
(Killa), no Cam'ron
Bomb like landmine, I ask shit, I demand mine
I take a little bit and expand
Grandson 'em grandma
Chest out, head high, until I'm a guy
I'm a shed light on all the I'm lead by
Examples of legends and historical presence
As I reppin on Roc-A-Fella Records
A blessing in disguise, y'all ain't messin with these guys
Don't insult me, you with my pride
It'll you, dirty money niggaz'll off you
Pullin heat, bullets deep, Randy Moss you
It hard to, six feet deep is where they toss you
Detectives mommy that they lost you
Tell 'em Free, no women and
But we killin just like we kill these motherfuckin bars too

[Chorus - w/ ad