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

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

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

I never want a jheri curl up 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 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 tired of lyrical liars, passing
MC's but really good triers
Tripping over mic cords, you bored
A total fraud, this kind of thing I afford

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

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

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

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

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

I never want a jheri up under my hat
The woman in my bed has got to be strictly
I want 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 you that I am all that
So I must, rock, the mic

Of course, yeah I'm the most brilliant recording artist in your
have to repeat a rhyme style twice, precise
In a lyrical like water to your lips oh yes my lyrics will suffice
I'm nice, like beans and rice, I am

Who's the freshest on the mic, you don't want to fuck with Kris is
Lyric for rhyme for rhyme style for style I break you like dishes
Either you come fully 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 it is, the crown of rhyme supremacy you're tastin'
And yes, the flavor hits your greedy tongue
You get ripped up by

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

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

I never want a jheri curl up 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 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