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?
killa, microphone killa, microphone killa
Swifter a breeze, I will Swiss cheese emcees

[Verse 1 -
though I got a short temper, had a long day
I will kill a tall 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 it to you, deliver 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, penetrate fresh
Tag him with the chrome, get blown like
He tried to take flight, hit him with the beam
I was a pre-teen been a microphone fiend
Had dreams to rock, then I with The Roc
It's still Roc for life, Rhymesayers is the team,

[Chorus - w/ ad

2 - Freeway]
Find 'em all, 'em up, pick 'em up
You say they got the sickest mouth, no doubt, grind 'em up, 'em out
one thing that they hate about me
I body emcees, 'em back to they paper route
They say they can do without, without
Never in doubt, if I'm without, I gotta the lasers out
That's one thing that I hate about
Whenever I floss, I always bring the out
Used to hard, bring the neighbors out
Now I throw parties, bring the neighbors out
out, one mic, one DJ, a couple guns
That's how we get it done, One, Freeway
Do this with no delay, no
They bang my in the house and on the E-way
How you think I got the Freeway? I move out
Listen, 20-20 vision couldn't see me,

[Chorus - w/ ad

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

[Chorus - w/ ad