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

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

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

I want a jheri curl up under my hat
The in my bed has got to be strictly black
I want money if my lyrics are wack
So I must, rock, the mic

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

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

So I up the mic and kill it ill it top bill it
The cough is a skillet, MC's get fried in it
You got beef chill it, blood I it
After seven years of ripping the party and I'm still widdit
You call my name I think about suing ya
I come to the club with that

Laughing while I'm doin' ya the crowd is ya
one month, record for record on tape I'll ruin ya
Some likkle awl pon sound wanna if rule de city
His style is lookin' pretty beats and 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 as I flash data
Any rapper can be a rapper now what's the matter

You're of more junk than a sausage
Let me show you a real hip hop artist

My from the Bronx
My posse the Bronx
My from the Bronx
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 want money if my 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

Of course, yeah I'm the most brilliant recording artist in your
Never have to a rhyme style twice, precise
In a lyrical drought like water to your lips oh yes my lyrics suffice
I'm nice, beans 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 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 dreamers blowin'

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

Now, lyrics, want 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 from the
My posse from the
My posse from the
My posse the Bronx

I never want a jheri curl up my hat
The woman in my bed has got to be strictly
I never want money if my 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