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?
Microphone killa, microphone killa, microphone
than a breeze, I will Swiss cheese emcees

[Verse 1 -
Even I got a short 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 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
coast, head on my shoulders, put my fifty on it
All day, it off just to rest
I'm not a sleeper, if a nigga try to creep me put the heater to his
Yes, bullets penetrate
Tag him with the chrome, get blown reefer
He tried to take flight, hit him right with the
Since I was a pre-teen been a fiend
Had to rock, then I signed with The Roc
It's still Roc for life, is the team, yeah

[Chorus - w/ ad

[Verse 2 -
Find 'em all, 'em up, pick '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 route
say they can do without, stay without
Never in doubt, if I'm without, I gotta the lasers out
That's one thing that I hate y'all
Whenever I floss, I bring the haters out
Used to hard, bring 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, One, Freeway
Do this no delay, no doubt
They bang my in the house and on the E-way
How you think I got the name I move out
Listen, 20-20 couldn't see me, yeah

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[Verse 3 - Young
(Killa), no Cam'ron
Bomb like landmine, I don't ask shit, I mine
I take a little bit and mine
killin 'em grandma
Chest out, head high, until I'm a guy
I'm a shed light on all the lives I'm by
Examples of legends and historical presence
As I started reppin on Roc-A-Fella
A blessing in disguise, y'all fools ain't messin these guys
Don't insult me, you messin my pride
cost you, dirty money niggaz'll off you
Pullin heat, throwin 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 niggaz just like we kill these motherfuckin bars too

[Chorus - w/ ad