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

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

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

I'm kickin' rhymes and gettin' on the regular
See me in the Benz 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 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', 'em when I'm speakin'
Kids be heapin', they love the way that we be
My style it 'cause disaster so when I ask
You better who's the microphone master

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

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

By the age of 16, had dreams of big
Mad to keep my dick clean
Chrome tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and
Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and

I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to the breath
My style is wild like the 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 sleep, just take naps with one eye open
See I believe the beaded weed in me is me
The inspiration to riggity rock the
From white folk to Haitian, Jamaican

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

I got to give a shout 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 your blunt 'cos yo I the Brooklyn trooper
And I got spunk than that punk from Punky Brewster
Bust the lingo stiggity Starr bingo
I run shit like Kunta, breaks like Mandingo

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

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

But now ya heard us from the under so feel the
Ya best to come clean like and 'Felix Sunder'
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 'more rhymes up my

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

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

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