Luyện nghe bài hát Pass The Mic

If you can feel what I'm feeling then it's a musical
Hear what I'm with then that's cool at least
What's running through my mind comes in my walk
True feelings are shown from the way I talk and this is me, y'all
An M.C., y'all my is M.C.A. and I still do what I please
And now I'd to introduce (what's up?)
I'll pass the mic to D for a fistful of

The name is D, y'all, and I play
And I can rock a block party 'till your turns grey
(So, what you sayin'?) I on site
I'm like Walker, I'm (dy-no-mite!)
And now I'd like to the mic
To Adrock, c'mon and do you like

I'm the A-D-R-O-C-K, in the with the bass, I'm going all the way
I can't y'all, tock-tick, y'all
And if you think that you're slick catch a brick y'all
'Cause I'ma it in and I'ma turn it out
But for now I've got to pass the mic to

Well, on and on and on and on
I can't stop, y'all, the early morn'
So rock-rock, y'all, y'all, to the beat, y'all
To the beat, y'all, c'mon and rock,

I give thanks for inspiration, it my mind along the way
A lot of people get jealous, talking about me
But that's just 'cause haven't got a thing to say

Well, everybody rapping like it's a
Actin' like is a big commercial
So this is I've got to say to you all
Be to yourself and you will never fall
And now I'd to pass the mic to the A

(So your name, yauch?) my name is M.C.A
I've been to where I am from the get-go
that I can groove with the beat when I let go
So put worries on hold
Get up and groove the rhythm in your soul
And now I'd to pass the mic
To my brother Adrock, c'mon and like a light

Yes, yes, and yes, yes, y'all
I'm always on time, nevertheless,
And right, y'all
I light, y'all
I've got no time in my to get uptight, y'all
So what you say that I don't know already?
I'm Clyde and I'm rockin' steady
But time flies when you're having fun, so D (that's me!)
C'mon and get

to the D
You and see me and you pay your fee
Do what I do
To tell the truth I am exactly I want to be
Now (huh?) and M.C.A (yeah?)
rock this joint in the old school way

Well, I'm on the crack of dawn
Mowing M.C.'s like I'm mowing the lawn
I go off nothing can phase me
You think ever meet Stevie?
(One of days, D!)
But I can my ground and I am down
To wax an M.C who acts a clown
But for now, I'd to ask you how
You like the feel of the bass in face in the crowd?