Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Thought (I Must Roc The Mic)

You never will conquer the
You never will conquer the
Calm my selector

Adjust that treble now adjust the bass
Turn it up, stop
C'mon, it up
Alright, check it out lyrics, here we go

I never want a curl up under my hat
The woman in my bed has got to be black
I never money if my lyrics are wack
So I must, rock, the mic

I play only the and I play only rap
I the African, the European, and Jap
I got to show you that I am all that
So I must, rock, the mic

Are you tired of liars, passing fliers
MC's but really good triers
Tripping mic cords, getting you bored
A total fraud, this kind of I can't afford

So I pick up the mic and kill it ill it top it
The cough is a skillet, MC's get fried in it
You got beef it, blood I spill it
seven long years of ripping the party and I'm still widdit
You my name I don't think about suing ya
I come to the club with that

Laughing I'm doin' ya the crowd is booin' ya
Gimme one month, record for on tape I'll ruin ya
Some likkle awl pon bwoy wanna if rule de city
His style is lookin' beats and rhymes are dibby dibby

Here comes the rootical ratical
I'll eat ya ya beat ya till ya stagger and ya teeth chatter
be goin' through convulsions as I flash data
Any rapper can be a decapitated rapper now what's the

You're full of more junk than a
Let me show you what a hip hop artist

My from the Bronx
My from the Bronx
My posse the Bronx
My posse the Bronx

I never a jheri curl up under my hat
The in my bed has got to be strictly black
I never want if my lyrics are wack
So I must, rock, the mic

I play only the reggae and I play rap
I the African, the European, and Jap
Beneath I got to you that I am all that
So I must, rock, the mic

Of course, yeah I'm the most brilliant recording artist in your
Never have to repeat a rhyme style twice,
In a lyrical drought like water to your lips oh yes my will suffice
I'm nice, like beans and rice, I am

Who's the lyricist on the mic, you don't want to fuck with Kris is
Lyric for lyric rhyme for rhyme style for I break you like dishes
Either you come fully or the lyrics you simply makin' wishes
We got no time for fake black leaders and blowin' wishes

You see a fraud, I mean a like in fraudulation
I know it is, the crown of rhyme supremacy you're tastin'
And yes, before the flavor hits your tongue
You get ripped up by

Now, lyrics, somebody lyrics, from the lyrical terrorist
Here's a little somethin for you all to remember
And remember this I am no pessimist, more of an
revolutionist, yes the hardest artist
And the smartest, Premier, spark

My posse the Bronx
My posse from the
My posse from the
My from the Bronx

I never want a jheri up under my hat
The woman in my bed has got to be strictly
I never money if my lyrics are wack
So I must, rock, the mic

I play only the reggae and I play rap
I the African, the European, and Jap
Beneath I got to show you I am all that
So I must, rock, the mic