Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Master

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

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

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

So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but compare it
I be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm speakin'
Kids be heapin', they love the way that we be
My sewer style it 'cause disaster so I ask
You better answer who's the master

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

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

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

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

And I don't sleep, just naps with one eye open
See I the beaded weed in me is feedin' me
The inspiration to riggity the nation
From white folk to Haitian, [unverified]

Burn MCs degrees of Mason because you're fakin'
I'm on point, with the caper
The flavor misbehaver from the super rhyme maker

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

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

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

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

Yo, well yo the sound clever
I'm clown for whatever like nuttin'
Big-up to DJ wreckin' shop when he cut 'n' slice
These 20 MCs, please, I never heard of
We need to some like Colin Ferguson

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

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

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

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

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