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

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 understand why these try to faze me
They must be crazy messin' with the 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 biz like Markie
No matter what the weather son you never wanna me

I'm kickin' rhymes and gettin' 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 buried cos never comin' near it
(What?)

So fear it when you it, cheer it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm
Kids be heapin', they the way that we be freakin'
My sewer style it 'cause so when I ask
You better answer the microphone master

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

Well yo, the humdinger
I'm briggity a new style of thing
It's a rap singer a fat flow, so low and behold
I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom, all about 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
tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints
Jaboll, Guess, ol' and sess

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

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

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

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

I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the
Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and
Drats, I'm friggin' to the fat, ooh shit
My crew is shake, rattle and roll

Thicker than your blunt 'cos yo I be's the trooper
And I got more spunk that punk from Punky Brewster
Bust the lingo Ringo Starr 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 Tomko or Hasbo
I have no figgity yeah, it's me and mines
Masters of the microphone, makers of the rhymes

Yo, well yo the shit clever
I'm clown for whatever like nice
Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin' shop he cut 'n' slice
20 MCs, please, I never heard of some
We need to murder some like Colin

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

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

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

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

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