Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Killa

[Intro - - talking - 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 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, flow-er, "that's what they all say"
Let me prove it to you, deliver the 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 try to creep me put the heater to his chest
Yes, bullets penetrate
Tag him with the chrome, get blown reefer
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 with The Roc
still Roc for life, Rhymesayers is the team, yeah

[Chorus - w/ ad

2 - Freeway]
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 they paper
They say can do without, stay without
in doubt, if I'm without, I gotta bring the lasers out
That's one thing that I hate about
Whenever I floss, I always the haters out
Used to sling hard, bring the out
Now I throw yard parties, the neighbors out
Turntables out, one mic, one DJ, a couple
That's how we get it done, One, Freeway
Do this with no delay, no
bang my records in the house and on the E-way
How you I got the name Freeway? I move out
Listen, 20-20 couldn't see me, yeah

[Chorus - w/ ad

[Verse 3 - Young
Microphone (Killa), no
like landmine, I don't ask shit, I demand mine
I a little bit and expand mine
killin 'em grandma
Chest out, head high, I'm a dead guy
I'm a shed light on all the I'm lead by
Examples of successful legends and historical
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 messin with my
It'll cost you, dirty niggaz'll off you
Pullin heat, throwin bullets deep, Moss you
It ain't hard to, six feet is where they toss you
Detectives tell mommy they lost you
Tell 'em Free, no and kids
But we killin niggaz just like we kill these motherfuckin too

- w/ ad libs]