Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Master

I iggity am what I am, I comes to get biz so the jam
I might not be the man but y'all I proceed to slam, I cram
to understand why rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin' with the 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 biz like Markie
No matter what the weather son you never wanna me

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

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

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

yo, here's the humdinger
I'm briggity bringin' a new of thing
a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
I higgity his mic piece for ransom, it's all about expanses
Stocks of skunks, and my pops get a mansion

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

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

And I sleep, just take naps 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, Jamaican

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

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

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

Thicker than blunt 'cos yo I be's 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 like starbuck, the bad bro is mad
I'm all that small cat like Tomko or
I have no fear yeah, it's me and mines
Masters of the microphone, makers of the rhymes

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

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

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

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

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

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