Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Master

I am what I am, I comes to get biz so bust the jam
I might not be the man but I still proceed to slam, I cram
to why these rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin' the Books and Drayzie

Big-up to Jersey and my out in EL-A
Well-a hell-a can cut the swell-a
'Cos you can tell I biz like Markie
No matter what the son you never wanna spark me

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

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

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

Well yo, the humdinger
I'm briggity a new style of thing
It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and
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 clean
Chrome tools in rent and I only go to buy jewels and tints
Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and

I the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath
My style is wild like the Cats of
The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin'
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 in me is feedin' me
The inspiration to riggity the nation
From white folk to Haitian, [unverified]

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

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

I got to a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows
Friends, foes, stiggity and hoes
Drats, I'm friggin' to the fat, ooh shit
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 Punky Brewster
Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity bingo
I run shit like Kunta, breaks bones like

I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad
I'm all that cat like Tomko or Hasbo
I have no figgity 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'
Big-up to DJ wreckin' shop when he cut 'n' slice
20 MCs, please, I never 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 buggin' like gristle, see I you

Dismiss you, my style's official and that's the
I show the flow I go until it's time to
Believe I'm packin 'more rhymes up my

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

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

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