Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Killa

[Intro - - talking - 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 though I got a short temper, had a day
I will kill a tall nigga with a K
Matter of fact I'm exactly the song say
Mic killa, best flow-er, "that's they 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
East coast, head on my shoulders, put my on it
All day, it off just to rest
I'm not a sleeper, if a nigga try to me put the heater to his chest
Yes, bullets fresh
Tag him with the chrome, get blown like
He tried to take flight, hit him right with the
Since I was a been a microphone 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
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
I floss, I always bring the haters out
Used to hard, bring the neighbors 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 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 vision see me, yeah

[Chorus - w/ ad

[Verse 3 - Young
(Killa), no Cam'ron
Bomb like landmine, I ask shit, I demand mine
I take a bit and expand 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 successful legends and historical
As I started on Roc-A-Fella Records
A blessing in disguise, y'all fools ain't messin with these
Don't insult me, you messin with my
It'll you, dirty money niggaz'll off you
Pullin heat, bullets deep, Randy Moss you
It ain't hard to, six feet deep is where toss you
Detectives mommy that they lost you
Tell 'em Free, no women and
But we killin niggaz just like we kill these bars too

[Chorus - w/ ad