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

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 understand why these try to faze me
They must be crazy messin' with the and Drayzie

Big-up to and my people's out in EL-A
Well-a hell-a can never cut the
you can tell I gets 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 just 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 cos you're never comin' near it
(What?)

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

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

yo, here's the humdinger
I'm briggity a new style 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, and my pops get a mansion

By the age of 16, had dreams of big
Mad rubbers to keep my clean
tools 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 like the Cats of Villanova
The heat on the keep 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 the beaded weed in me is feedin' me
The inspiration to riggity rock the
white folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican

Burn MCs like 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, rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
microphone master, super rhyme maker

I got to give a siggity to my mans, my fans at the shows
Friends, foes, stunts and hoes
Drats, I'm friggin' to ride the fat, ooh
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 from Punky
Bust the Ringo stiggity Starr bingo
I run shit Kunta, breaks bones like Mandingo

I'm like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though
I'm all that small cat like or Hasbo
I have no figgity fear yeah, me and mines
Masters of the microphone, makers of the rhymes

Yo, well yo the sound clever
I'm for whatever like nuttin' nice
Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin' when he cut 'n' slice
These 20 MCs, please, I never of some
We need to some 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 time to
Believe I'm packin rhymes up my sleeve

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

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

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