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 I still proceed to slam, I cram
to understand why rappers try to faze 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 never cut the
'Cos you can I gets biz like Markie
No what the weather son you never wanna spark me

I'm kickin' and gettin' mines on the regular
See me in the black Benz just 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 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 it 'cause disaster so when I ask
You answer who's the microphone master

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

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

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

I the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath
My style is wild like the of Villanova
The heat on the street'll keep my 40's over
So the skunk and Thai keep me when I'm smokin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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