Luyện nghe bài hát Miuzi Weighs a Ton

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

'Cause my rhyme reputation on what
Style of record my DJ
His slice, dice, mix so nice
So bad, you won't dispute the

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

a big wonder why I haven't gone under
Dodgin' all types of microphone
A missin' all types of hell
All this because I talk so

When I rock, get up, get
Miuzi a ton

The match up title, the of thrill
For elite to compete and to get ill
If looks kill, I'd chill until
The public catches on to my

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

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

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

Rock, get up, get
Miuzi a ton

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

If Miuzi wasn't heavy, I'd probably it
I'd make you walk the plank if I was a
If made 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
a runaway race where I'm the winner

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

Rock, get up, get
weighs a ton

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

Why they can't compete on my level
Superstar is my domain
Understand my rhythm, my pattern of
And you'll know why I'm on the run

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

Plus tactics so coy
And leave no choice but to
Soloists, groups and what say
And all try to cross my way