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

You never will the champion
You never will conquer the
down my selector

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

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

Are you of lyrical liars, passing fliers
Wannabe but really good triers
Tripping mic cords, getting you bored
A fraud, this kind of thing I can't afford

So I pick up the mic and it ill it top bill it
The cough is a skillet, where MC's get in it
You got beef chill it, I spill it
After 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 booyaka

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, lyrics, somebody want lyrics, from the lyrical
a little somethin for you all to remember Kris
And remember this I am no pessimist, more of an
Activist revolutionist, yes the hardest
And the smartest, Premier, this

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

I never a jheri 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 reggae and I only rap
I the African, the European, and Jap
Beneath I got to show you I am all that
So I must, rock, the mic