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 these rappers try to me
They must be crazy with the Books and Drayzie

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

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

So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but compare it
I still be schoolin', 'em when I'm speakin'
Kids be heapin', love the way that we be freakin'
My sewer it 'cause disaster so when I ask
You better answer the microphone master

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

Well yo, the humdinger
I'm briggity bringin' a new style of
It's a rap singer 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 tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy and tints
Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and

I check the mic 2-1 and gum to ease the breath
My style is like the Cats of Villanova
The on the street'll keep my 40's spillin' over
So the skunk and keep me high 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 riggity the nation
From folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican

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

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

I got to give a shout to my mans, my fans 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 your blunt 'cos yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper
And I got more spunk than that punk Punky Brewster
Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity bingo
I run shit Kunta, breaks bones like Mandingo

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

Yo, well yo the sound clever
I'm for whatever like nuttin' nice
Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin' shop when he cut 'n'
These 20 MCs, please, I heard of some
We need to murder like Colin Ferguson

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

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

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

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

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