Luyện nghe bài hát Miuzi Weighs a Ton

Step back, get away, give the brother some
You got to turn me up the beat goes boom
Lyric to lyric, line to
you'll understand 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

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

It's a big wonder why I haven't under
Dodgin' all of microphone thunder
A missin' all types of hell
All because I talk so well

When I rock, get up, get
weighs a ton

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

Ducks criticize my every of rapture
Can't to read the headlines of my capture
Accused of assault, a 1st degree
'Cause I beat with my rhymes

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

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

Rock, get up, get
Miuzi a ton

I'm a Enemy but I don't rob banks
I don't 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 wasn't heavy, I'd probably it
I'd make you walk the if I was a pirate
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
Instead of 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 I had started a war
It was war they wanted and war got
But they wilted in the heat when got hot

Rock, get up, get
Miuzi a ton

My style said without rhymes
is why they're after me on my back
Lookin' over my shoulder, seein' what I
Hearin' what I say, they why

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

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

Plus employ so coy
And no choice but to destroy
Soloists, and what they say
And all try to cross my way