Luyện nghe bài hát Miuzi Weighs a Ton

Step back, get away, give the brother room
You got to turn me up when the beat goes
Lyric to lyric, to line
Then understand my reputation for rhyme

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

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

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

I rock, get up, get down
Miuzi a ton

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

Ducks criticize my every phase of
Can't wait to the headlines of my capture
Accused of assault, a 1st crime
'Cause I beat competitors with my

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

When I do work, you get
all the paranoid, try to avoid
The Public Enemy seat I've
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 shoot bullets and I don't blanks
My style is supreme, one is my rank
And I got more power than the New Yanks

If wasn't heavy, I'd probably fire it
I'd make you walk the if I was a pirate
If they me a King, I would be a tyrant
If you want to get me, go and try it

Snatcher, dispatcher, biter been a
Instead of takin' me out, a girl to dinner
The level of comp has been thinner
It's a race where I'm the winner

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

Rock, get up, get
Miuzi a ton

My style versatile said without
is why they're after me on my back
Lookin' my shoulder, seein' what I write
what I say, they wonderin' why

Why they ever compete on my level
status is my domain
Understand my rhythm, my of lecture
And then you'll why I'm on the run

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

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