Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Master

I iggity am what I am, I to get biz so bust the jam
I might not be the man but y'all I still proceed to slam, I
to understand why rappers try to faze me
must be crazy messin' with the Books and Drayzie

Big-up to Jersey and my out in EL-A
hell-a can never cut the swell-a
'Cos you can tell I gets biz like
No what the weather son you never wanna spark me

I'm rhymes and gettin' mines on the regular
See me in the black Benz blowin' up the cellular
We as shit, the sky is it?
You know the sewer style yo is fly as
So grip, you're and buried cos you're never comin' near it
(What?)

So it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin', 'em when I'm speakin'
Kids be heapin', love the way that we be freakin'
My sewer style it disaster so when I ask
You better answer who's the master

Miggity microphone master, super maker
microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
Miggity microphone master, rhyme maker

Well yo, here's the
I'm briggity a new style of thing
a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom, it's all about
Stocks of skunks, and my pops get a mansion

By the age of 16, had dreams of big
Mad rubbers to keep my dick
Chrome tools in rent and I only go to buy jewels and tints
Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and

I check the mic 2-1 and gum to ease the breath
My style is wild like the of Villanova
The heat on the street'll keep my 40's over
So the skunk and Thai keep me high when I'm

And I don't sleep, just take naps one eye open
See I believe the beaded in me is feedin' me
The inspiration to riggity rock the
From folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican

Burn MCs like degrees of Mason because fakin'
I'm on point, exclamation the caper
The flavor misbehaver from the super duper maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
Miggity microphone master, super maker

I got to a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows
Friends, foes, stiggity and hoes
Drats, I'm friggin' to ride the fat, ooh
My crew is shake, rattle and roll

Thicker than your blunt yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper
And I got more spunk than punk from Punky Brewster
Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity Starr
I run like Kunta, breaks bones like Mandingo

I'm starstruck starbuck, the bad bro is mad though
I'm all that small cat like or Hasbo
I no figgity fear yeah, it's me and mines
of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes

Yo, yo the shit sound clever
I'm clown for whatever like nice
Big-up to DJ wreckin' shop when he cut 'n' slice
These 20 MCs, please, I heard of some
We need to murder like Colin Ferguson

But now ya us from the under so feel the thunder
Ya to come clean like J-Rule and 'Felix Sunder'
I'm buggin' gristle, see I suggest you

Dismiss you, my official and that's the issue
I show the flow I go until time to leave
Believe I'm packin 'more up my sleeve

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
Miggity microphone master, rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
Miggity microphone master, rhyme maker

microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super maker
Miggity microphone master, super maker
Miggity microphone master, rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super maker
Miggity microphone master, super maker
Miggity microphone master, super maker
Miggity microphone master, super maker
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