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
Swifter than a breeze, I will cheese emcees

[Verse 1 -
Even though I got a temper, had a long day
I will kill a nigga 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 to rest
I'm not a sleeper, if a try to creep me put the heater to his chest
Yes, bullets fresh
Tag him with the chrome, get blown like
He tried to flight, hit him right with the beam
Since I was a pre-teen been a microphone
Had dreams to rock, I signed with The Roc
still Roc for life, Rhymesayers is the team, yeah

[Chorus - w/ ad

2 - Freeway]
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, 'em back to they paper route
They say they can do without, stay
Never in doubt, if I'm without, I bring the lasers out
That's one thing that I about y'all
Whenever I floss, I always bring the out
Used to sling hard, the neighbors out
Now I yard 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 records in the house and on the
How you think I got the name Freeway? I out
Listen, vision couldn't see me, yeah

[Chorus - w/ ad

3 - Young Chris]
Microphone (Killa), no
Bomb like landmine, I ask shit, I demand mine
I a little bit and expand mine
Grandson 'em grandma
Chest out, head high, I'm a dead guy
I'm a light on all the lives I'm lead by
Examples of successful legends and historical
As I reppin on Roc-A-Fella Records
A blessing in disguise, y'all fools ain't messin with guys
Don't insult me, you with my pride
It'll cost you, dirty niggaz'll off you
heat, throwin bullets deep, Randy Moss you
It ain't to, six feet deep is where they toss you
Detectives tell mommy that they you
Tell 'em Free, no women and
But we killin niggaz just we kill these motherfuckin bars too

[Chorus - w/ ad