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 still to slam, I cram
to why these 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 hell-a can cut the swell-a
'Cos you can tell I biz like Markie
No matter the weather son you never wanna spark me

I'm kickin' and gettin' mines on the regular
See me in the black Benz blowin' 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 fear it when you hear it, it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin', foolin' 'em I'm speakin'
Kids be heapin', love the way that we be freakin'
My style it 'cause disaster so when I ask
You answer who's the microphone master

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

Well yo, here's the
I'm briggity bringin' a new style of
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 my dick clean
Chrome tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and
Jaboll, Guess, ol' and sess

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo the shit sound clever
I'm for whatever like nuttin' nice
Big-up to DJ Dice 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 feel the
Ya best to come like J-Rule and 'Felix Sunder'
I'm buggin' gristle, see I suggest you

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

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

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

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