Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Murderer

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

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

50 on the technic at the right peak
Brothers wanna hear the big man speak
The microphone, I rip it, the got the clip in
Slammin' MC's like Scottie

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

Makes me sick when you pick the whack rhyme, G
You get what you pumpin' is time, Z
B I G moves swifter a ninja
Even on stickups I'm the avenger

Keep my open and the case closed
No eyewitnesses, no or expos
the heavyset one with the big gun
And a tongue shakin' down everyone

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

Smack the fool disagree, recognize 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 hand you deserve a pound
Tryin' to blow up the spot in my of town
Braves, you get no praise
I treat you [Incomprehensible] did the A's

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

in the pocket for a quick hand to hand
You want it to be on, a Tec in the garbage can
I pull bitches like Kim Fields, Shields
Shelley Long, 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 know the

the end, what you want me to do? Damn