Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Preem

I'm you frauds
These ass niggas, I rap circles around 'em
I'm and gauze
trap 'round clowns, this rap circus surrounds 'em
But I'm havin' a
Fuckin' the rap game, and the trap game
I'm my odds
Man these out here reachin', your arms are too short
the boxing gloves off, hand 'em to the gods
Slaughterhouse, we the military in bitch
Fuck every Tom, Dick and in this bitch, yeah
Fuck apology, I'ma be on astrology shit
into war like Aries in this bitch, yeah
You call it work, nigga this is my life's work
I turn around and beat up a like I'm writin' Ike's verse
Toe taggin' this mothafucka, I don't Joe Jackson
And Douglas could ever do a mic worse
I'm tryna murder the
I'm tryna the microphone
If you are what you eat, how I'm not pussy?
That was uno, this is part two though

This the difference between y'all niggas and rap
The competition back, niggas ask
How did I use to drink
I tell 'em off the top of my head a gallon, kinda like Pharrell's hat
But all jokes aside like I fries
I'm liable to store somebody's in the closet, I'm organized
Before police was interrogatin', I was the story of my life
And Morgan was narratin'
(Say it again) I'm 5'9", not an inch
'Fore all of the jewelry, I've baller
Before niggas was hypebeasts, my niggas was bike
You let it out your sight and they take it to see
Same shit, another nigga gotta die
My bitch gone (why) we ever goin' out on dates
(Why) we vacayin' out of state
all the time, all she do was holler
We ain't like a Pagan
will, be actin' ill
Know when they die for
I take the word "lyrical" and it backwards
And that "laciryl"
And that's how I feel, shoutout to Guru
I got the appeal
I'm tryna the microphone
I'm tryna the microphone
I'll give up drinkin' when she give her up
(That was part uno, this is two though)

Oh you don't, don't let me yah
I body the beat and watch it skip, it m-murda
The nerve of anyone who ain't of
The gang that don't simultaneous for the sake of the sermon
(House Gang up!)
Other basic mergers
We extort 'em a distance, takin' it further
Drama be all yours, why you want a war for?
You go at uno, mothafucka, that's a draw 4
We started out as just a on a Joe joint
Fuck around now, you on the bleachers as Joe point
Brothers forreal, I can say
If you at me, they'll be 3 dots on you while I'm still typin'
Meet fire, street fighters when pen's writin'
Shady, you go through us to get to Em,
(Come on, crook, you again)
Nah Joe, these niggas stupid, boy we do this
[I'm murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the
Too many frogs go "ribbet" but never leave
(That was uno, this is part two though)

These might play cray, try slay me
Off my mic, vacay, call it right, it's
Right foot in melee, to light AK
you [?] like Ice JJ
Do it for Em, my do it for bundles
been copped the Phantom, copped the Benz bein' humble
Still, the plate is known to get 'em situated
It's return fire, when Joey initiate it
How I feel these rap niggas? Fuck 'em all
rhyme about these bitches, I just fuck 'em all
A guns, jeans big enough to tuck 'em all
clips, fully automatic, you can't duck 'em all
Cause when it's involved, bodies'll fall
the sky, could really be rainin' cats and dogs
It's Joey! than any rapper you rockin' to
Call a spade a spade, nigga try to suit
I'm tryna murder the
it back to life, I murder that microphone
Too big dogs, not enough barkin' yet
(That was part uno, this is two though)