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

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

I'm kickin' rhymes and gettin' mines on the
See me in the black Benz just blowin' up the
We as shit, the sky is it?
You know the sewer style yo is fly as
So grip, you're cheap and buried cos you're comin' near it
(What?)

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

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

Well yo, here's the
I'm briggity bringin' a new of thing
It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and
I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom, 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
tools in rent 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 wild like the Cats of
The on the street'll keep my 40's spillin' over
So the and Thai keep me high when I'm smokin'

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

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

microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity master, super rhyme maker
microphone 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, stiggity stunts and
Drats, I'm friggin' to ride the fat, ooh
My is shake, rattle and roll thick

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

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

Yo, well yo the sound 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 need to murder like Colin Ferguson

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

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

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

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

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