Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Master

I am what I am, I comes 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 rappers try to me
They be crazy messin' with the Books and Drayzie

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

I'm kickin' rhymes and gettin' 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 when you hear it, cheer it but don't it
I be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm speakin'
be heapin', they love the way that we be freakin'
My style it 'cause disaster so when I ask
You better answer the microphone master

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

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

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

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

And I sleep, just take naps with one eye open
See I believe the weed in me is feedin' me
The inspiration to riggity the nation
white folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican

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

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
Miggity microphone master, rhyme 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 the fat, ooh shit
My crew is shake, and roll thick

Thicker than your blunt 'cos yo I be's the Brooklyn
And I got more spunk that punk from Punky Brewster
Bust the lingo Ringo Starr 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 Tomko or
I have no figgity yeah, it's me and mines
Masters of the microphone, makers of the rhymes

Yo, well yo the shit clever
I'm clown for whatever like nuttin'
to DJ Dice wreckin' shop when he cut 'n' slice
These 20 MCs, please, I heard of some
We to murder some like Colin Ferguson

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

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

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

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

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