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, microphone
Swifter than a breeze, I will Swiss cheese

[Verse 1 -
Even though I got a temper, had a long day
I kill a tall nigga with a long K
of fact I'm exactly what the song say
Mic killa, best flow-er, "that's what all say"
Let me it to you, deliver the music to you
Raw and uncut bake, I'm not any on it
Back, I put the on it
East coast, on my shoulders, put my fifty on it
All day, take it off to rest
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 reefer
He tried to take flight, hit him right the beam
Since I was a pre-teen been a fiend
Had dreams to rock, then I signed The Roc
It's Roc for life, Rhymesayers is the team, yeah

- w/ ad libs]

[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 emcees, send 'em back to they paper route
They say can do without, stay without
Never in doubt, if I'm without, I gotta bring the out
That's one that I hate about y'all
Whenever I floss, I always the haters out
Used to sling hard, the neighbors out
Now I throw parties, bring the neighbors out
Turntables out, one mic, one DJ, a couple
That's how we get it done, Jake One,
Do this with no delay, no
They my records in the house 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

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

- w/ ad libs]