Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Murderer

A lotta niggaz want Big to make a demo tape
'Specially bum ass nigga, uhh
goin' out to you, nigga, recognize
Yo, 50, what's

Murderer, mayhem maker
B.I.G.'s on the mic, call the
Make an appointment, an interview
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' 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 sick when you pick the whick 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 and the case 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
Benz Freddie Jackson, no need to ask in the crew
Ooh, no, frontin', no moves
Fightin' or fuckin', to the stick and move

Smack the fool disagree, recognize the pedigree
Rhyme is mine I said it's me
Step to a big man grippin' the mic
a bankroll and so do 50 Gran'

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

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

Rhymes in the pocket for a quick 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 split 'em and run up in 'em, I fuck 'em and I duck 'em
I hit 'em in the shitter and forget her and it better
BIG are the letters, niggaz the pedi'

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