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

[Verse 1 -
Even I got a short temper, had a long day
I will kill a tall with a long K
Matter of fact I'm exactly 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 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 to rest
I'm not a sleeper, if a nigga try to me put the heater to his chest
Yes, penetrate fresh
Tag him with the chrome, get blown reefer
He to take flight, hit him right with the beam
Since I was a pre-teen 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, line 'em up, 'em up
You say got the sickest mouth, no doubt, grind 'em up, kick 'em out
That's one thing that hate about me
I body emcees, send 'em to they paper route
They say can do without, stay 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 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 couple
how we get it done, Jake One, Freeway
Do with no delay, no doubt
They bang my records in the and on the E-way
How you think I got the Freeway? I move out
Listen, vision couldn't see me, yeah

- w/ ad libs]

[Verse 3 - Chris]
Microphone (Killa), no
like landmine, I don't ask shit, I demand mine
I take a bit and expand mine
Grandson 'em grandma
out, head 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 reppin on Roc-A-Fella
A blessing in disguise, fools ain't messin with these guys
Don't insult me, you with my pride
It'll you, dirty money niggaz'll off you
heat, throwin bullets deep, Randy Moss you
It ain't hard to, six feet deep is they toss you
tell mommy that they lost you
Tell 'em Free, no and kids
But we killin just like we kill these motherfuckin bars too

[Chorus - w/ ad