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 try to faze me
They must be crazy messin' with the 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 gets biz Markie
No matter what the weather son you never spark 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, you're cheap and buried cos never comin' near it
(What?)

So fear it when you it, cheer it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm
Kids be heapin', they the way that we be freakin'
My style it 'cause disaster so when I ask
You better who's the microphone master

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

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

By the age of 16, had dreams of big
Mad to keep my dick clean
Chrome tools in and I only 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 like the Cats 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 don't sleep, just take with one eye open
See I believe the weed in me is feedin' me
The to riggity rock the nation
From white folk to Haitian, [unverified]

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

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

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

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 Starr
I run shit like Kunta, bones like Mandingo

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

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

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

Dismiss you, my style's official and 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
microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super maker

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

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