Luyện nghe bài hát My Mic Sounds Nice

Are you
Yo, Hurb, it from the top, one, two

My mic sound nice, one
My mic nice, check two
My mic nice, check three

Are you
To rock y'all, to the beat
A-keep on and you stop
Rockin' on, rockin' on

I'm the queen on the mic and true when I say that
The Pepa MC is to stay and you know
If I was a book I would
every curve on my body got a story to tell, yeah
Word 'em up, w-word 'em up
I'm so fly, nobody can
The girl hasn't been that can deal with I
Me, D., undoubtably def
Don't need to be dressed, I'm to the flesh
Yes, so you know it is a must
Now Salt, get on the mic, and tell 'em why you go

I'm oh-aye, I'm on, I'm on
Yes I'm oh-aye, I'm so on
a grasshopper hoppin' on the morning lawn
Like a needle on a record when it a song
Like Boy Blue blowin' on his horn
And you I got to be on
Mcs rockin' and shockin', but it won't
on the mic, and I'm kickin', ask
Me no questions, I'll no lies
It's just a warning, a word to the wise
You been and scopin', layin' and prayin'
But on the bottom is where staying

You're wack, I thought you
You're not related to me so you could never be
I know you come Babylon (And you know why?)
you're a Babble-On MC (That's right)
You babble on the microphone what you wish
But never be, so please
Don't tell me how you're rock
Don't brag about the that you ain't got
Don't me lies 'cause now I'm full
My cow just died, I need your bull

Yo, yo, turn my mic up a bit
One, two, one, two, alright,

My mic sound nice, one
My mic nice, check two
My mic nice, check three

about now as you can see
In the to be
not talking about geometry
History or
So Sandy D. it to me
Why do they call you the MC?
You mean you don't know? that's a shame
OK Salt, let me

I'm hot like a fire, burned down,
Oh, now I see! Chill, let me
I wanna make one and all
I don't play, I slay when the in my hand
The room temperature reaches a hundred and
You can eggs on the floor
The pressure soars, the crowd, roar
Sweat will down to your drawers
The MC is like hot ice
And I the price to make the mic sound nice

Forget about the rest, yes, I jest
You're blessed one of America's best
So I think y'all better your blessings
When Salt's in the house, hell's in
It's a fact I will wax
Mcs out are gonna get taxed
to my funky beat
I'm a trip so I know you're gonna for me
this is the year all men fear
Female MCs is movin' up
Salt and Pepa is biz
You know the of this, you know what time it is
"Super" is the strength of the bass
"Nature" describes our face
Turning out without a
no mistake, Queens is in the house
Yeah, it out
it out