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 I still proceed to slam, I cram
to understand why these try to faze me
must be crazy messin' with the Books and Drayzie

Big-up to and my people's out in EL-A
Well-a hell-a can cut the swell-a
'Cos you can tell I gets biz Markie
No matter what the weather son you never wanna me

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

So fear it you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
I be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm speakin'
Kids be heapin', they love the way we be freakin'
My sewer it 'cause disaster so when I ask
You better answer who's the microphone

Miggity microphone master, rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super maker
microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity 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 his mic piece for ransom, it's all about expanses
of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, well yo the shit sound
I'm clown for like nuttin' nice
to DJ Dice 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 from the under so the thunder
Ya best to come clean like J-Rule and 'Felix
I'm buggin' gristle, see I suggest you

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

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

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

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