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 these try to faze me
They be crazy messin' with the Books and Drayzie

Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in
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 kickin' rhymes and gettin' 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 cheap and cos you're 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 love the way that we be
My style it 'cause disaster so when I ask
You better answer the microphone master

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

yo, here's the humdinger
I'm bringin' a new style of thing
a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
I higgity hold his mic 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 to buy jewels and tints
Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and

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

And I sleep, just take naps with one eye open
See I believe the beaded weed in me is me
The inspiration to riggity the nation
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 rhyme

Miggity master, super rhyme maker
microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
Miggity microphone master, super 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 your blunt yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper
And I got more spunk than that from Punky Brewster
Bust the lingo stiggity Starr bingo
I run shit like Kunta, bones like Mandingo

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

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

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

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

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

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