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 to slam, I cram
to understand why rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin' with the Books and

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

I'm kickin' rhymes and mines on the regular
See me in the black 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 and buried cos you're never comin' near it
(What?)

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

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

Well yo, here's the
I'm briggity bringin' a new of thing
It's a rap with 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 rubbers to keep my clean
Chrome in rent and I only 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 of Villanova
The on the street'll keep my 40's spillin' over
So the skunk and Thai keep me when I'm smokin'

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

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

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

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

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

I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad
I'm all that small cat 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 nice
to DJ Dice wreckin' shop when he cut 'n' slice
These 20 MCs, please, I never heard of
We need to some like Colin Ferguson

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

you, my style's official and that's the issue
I show the I go until it's time to leave
Believe I'm packin rhymes up my sleeve

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

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

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