Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Murderer

A whole lotta niggaz want Big to make a 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 know what big man's to do

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

Flippin' on Old Gold, cold as the rhymes you
Puffin' on bags and I been told
My words are harder than a brick, Chinese
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 closed
No eyewitnesses, no or expos
Just the one with the big gun
And a sweet tongue shakin' down

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

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

And I give you my hand you deserve a pound
to blow up the spot in my part of town
Braves, you get no praise
I treat you like did the A's

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

Rhymes in the for a quick hand to hand
You want it to be on, there's a Tec in the can
I bitches like Kim Fields, Brooke 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 the pedi'

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