Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Master (41st Side Remix)

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

Big-up to and my people's out in EL-A
Well-a hell-a can cut the swell-a
you can tell I gets biz like Markie
No matter what the weather son you wanna spark me

I'm kickin' and gettin' 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 yo is fly as shit
So grip, you're and buried cos you're 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'
be heapin', they love the way that we be freakin'
My sewer it 'cause disaster so when I ask
You better who's the microphone master

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

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

By the age of 16, had dreams of big
Mad rubbers to my dick 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 chew gum to the breath
My style is wild like the Cats of
The heat on the street'll keep my 40's over
So the skunk and Thai keep me high when I'm

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

microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, 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 stunts and
Drats, I'm to ride the fat, ooh shit
My is shake, rattle and roll thick

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

I'm starstruck starbuck, the bad bro is mad though
I'm all that small cat like Tomko or
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 clown for whatever like nice
Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin' when he cut 'n' slice
These 20 MCs, please, I heard of some
We need to murder some like Colin

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

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

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

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

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