Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Murderer

A whole lotta niggaz want Big to make a demo
that bum ass nigga, uhh
This out to you, nigga, recognize
Yo, 50, this?

Murderer, mass mayhem
B.I.G.'s on the mic, call the
Make an appointment, an interview
you know what big man's about to do

50 Gran' on the technic at the peak
Brothers wanna the words big man speak
The microphone, I rip it, the burner got the in
Slammin' like Scottie Pippen

Flippin' on Old Gold, as the rhymes you stole
on dime bags and I been told
My words are harder a brick, Chinese arithmetic
A stick and my dick

Makes me when you pick the whick whack rhyme, G
You get you pumpin' is Tic-Tac time, Z
B I G moves swifter than a
Even on stickups I'm the avenger

Keep my eyes open and the case
No eyewitnesses, no names or
Just the heavyset one the big gun
And a tongue shakin' down everyone

Loot Michael Jackson kicks like Bo Jackson
Benz like Freddie Jackson, no need to ask in the
Ooh, no, frontin', no fakin'
Fightin' or fuckin', resort to the stick and

Smack the fool that disagree, the pedigree
Rhyme is mine 'cause I said me
Step to a big man the mic stand
Keep a bankroll and so do 50

And I give you my 'cause you deserve a pound
Tryin' to blow up the spot in my part of
Braves, you get no praise
I treat you [Incomprehensible] did the A's

Recognize, I don't fuck the St. Ides
B I G down OGB
Old Gold Brothers for the that missed me
The crew stay on Bedford and Quincy

in the pocket for a quick hand to hand
You it to be on, there's a Tec in the garbage can
I pull like Kim Fields, Brooke Shields
Long, Connie Chung, I can go on and on

is bond, I'm a don
I 'em and run up in 'em, I fuck 'em and then I duck 'em
I hit 'em in the shitter and forget her and it gets
BIG are the letters, niggaz the pedi'

That's the end, what you want me to do?