Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Killa

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

[Chorus - Freeway - w/ ad
Who am I?
Microphone killa, microphone killa, microphone
Swifter than a breeze, I will cheese emcees

[Verse 1 -
Even though I got a short temper, had a day
I will kill a tall nigga a long K
Matter of fact I'm what the song say
Mic killa, best flow-er, "that's they all say"
Let me prove it to you, the music to you
Raw and uncut bake, I'm not 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 try to creep me put the heater to his chest
Yes, bullets penetrate
Tag him with the chrome, get blown like
He tried to take flight, hit him right with the
Since I was a pre-teen been a fiend
Had to rock, then I signed with The Roc
It's still Roc for life, is the team, yeah

[Chorus - w/ ad

2 - Freeway]
Find 'em all, line 'em up, 'em up
You say they got the mouth, no doubt, grind 'em up, kick 'em out
one thing that they hate about me
I body emcees, send 'em 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 I hate about y'all
I floss, I always bring the haters out
Used to hard, bring 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 my records in the house and on the E-way
How you think I got the name Freeway? I out
Listen, 20-20 vision couldn't see me,

[Chorus - w/ ad

3 - Young Chris]
Microphone (Killa), no
Bomb like landmine, I ask shit, I demand mine
I take a little bit and mine
killin 'em grandma
Chest out, high, until I'm a dead guy
I'm a shed light on all the I'm lead by
Examples of successful legends and presence
As I started reppin on Records
A in disguise, y'all fools ain't messin with these guys
Don't insult me, you messin with my
It'll cost you, money niggaz'll off you
Pullin heat, throwin bullets deep, Randy you
It ain't hard to, six deep is where they toss you
Detectives tell that they lost you
Tell 'em Free, no and kids
But we killin niggaz like we kill these motherfuckin bars too

[Chorus - w/ ad