Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Killa

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

- Freeway - w/ ad libs]
Who am I?
Microphone killa, killa, microphone killa
Swifter a breeze, I will Swiss cheese emcees

1 - Freeway]
Even I got a short temper, had a long day
I will kill a tall nigga a long K
Matter of fact I'm exactly the song say
Mic killa, flow-er, "that's what they 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, head on my shoulders, put my 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 fresh
Tag him with the chrome, get like reefer
He to take flight, hit him right with the beam
Since I was a pre-teen been a fiend
Had to rock, then I signed with The Roc
still Roc for life, Rhymesayers 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
one thing that they hate about me
I body emcees, send 'em back to they paper
They say can do without, stay without
Never in doubt, if I'm without, I gotta bring the out
That's one thing that I about y'all
Whenever I floss, I bring the haters out
Used to sling hard, bring the out
Now I throw yard parties, bring the out
Turntables out, one mic, one DJ, a guns
That's how we get it done, Jake One,
Do this no delay, no doubt
They bang my records in the house and on the
How you think I got the name I move out
Listen, 20-20 couldn't see me, yeah

- w/ ad libs]

[Verse 3 - Young
Microphone (Killa), no
Bomb like landmine, I don't ask shit, I demand
I take a little bit and mine
killin 'em grandma
Chest out, high, until I'm a dead guy
I'm a light on all the lives I'm lead by
Examples of successful legends and presence
As I started 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 money off you
Pullin heat, throwin bullets deep, Randy you
It ain't hard to, six feet is where they toss you
Detectives tell mommy that they you
Tell 'em Free, no women and
But we niggaz just like we kill these motherfuckin bars too

[Chorus - w/ ad