Luyện nghe bài hát Miuzi Weighs a Ton

Step back, get away, give the brother some
You got to turn me up when the beat boom
Lyric to lyric, to line
Then you'll my reputation for rhyme

my rhyme reputation depends on what
Style of my DJ cuts
His slice, dice, super mix so
So bad, you dispute the price

It's plain to see, a strain to be
Number one in the eye enemy
I'm in 50, almost 51
States the Posse got me on the run

It's a big why I haven't gone under
all types of microphone thunder
A fugitive missin' all of hell
All this because I talk so

I rock, get up, get down
Miuzi a ton

The up title, the expression of thrill
For elite to and attempt to get ill
If could kill, I'd chill until
The catches on to my material

Ducks criticize my every phase of
wait to read the headlines of my capture
Accused of assault, a 1st crime
'Cause I beat competitors my rhymes

whipped, pushed, shoved and tripped
Coocked the hold of my Kung Fu grip
And if you want my title, it would be
From my end, it be homicidal

When I do work, you get
Make all the paranoid, try to
The Public seat I've enjoyed
is no kid and I'm no toy boy

Rock, get up, get
Miuzi a ton

I'm a Public Enemy but I don't rob
I shoot bullets and I don't shoot blanks
My style is supreme, one is my rank
And I got more power than the New Yanks

If Miuzi heavy, I'd probably fire it
I'd you walk the plank if I was a pirate
If they me a King, I would be a tyrant
If you to get me, go ahead and try it

Snatcher, dispatcher, biter never a
of takin' me out, take a girl to dinner
The level of comp has never been
It's a runaway race where I'm the

It's unreal, they the law
And claimed I had a war
It was war wanted and war they got
But they in the heat when Miuzi got hot

Rock, get up, get
weighs a ton

My style versatile said rhymes
Which is why after me on my back
Lookin' my shoulder, seein' what I write
what I say, they wonderin' why

Why they can't ever compete on my
status is my domain
Understand my rhythm, my pattern of
And then you'll why I'm on the run

This of events results in a switch
movements of my vocal pitch
It pressure on the haunted
But the posse is so I got to front it

Plus employ so coy
And leave no choice but to
Soloists, groups and they say
And all that try to my way