Luyện nghe bài hát Working The Mic

Since back in the days, we been the crew,
Hilltop working the mike,

Hilltop Hoods the mike,

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Who's fucking me, Suffa MC,
Tongue like sandpaper, rougher than we?
We been gone for a while it's been a cold winter,
We to get this crowd off their feet like back injuries,
Raps flaks and similies, acts to hack me
They try bring me down like a Mac had backed me
Back car into me, fact you can't injure me
We to crack the back of this whacked rap industry
These MC's dont wanna, (they don't wanna) with me
Fuck that run his mouth its just a
Storm in a
You whacked as Aussie goin to Afganistan
I'm in the war with Mohammed my man
I'm takin MC's to war fuck the and politics
End this because my lyrical depth is
We thought you'd us
Theres no me
You fight
You win a battle hypothetically

Since in the days, we been the major crew,
Hilltop Hoods the mike,

Hilltop Working the mike,

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Ive had of their dissings,
And ambition,
nothing but wishing,
To become all phat they're undernutritioned
Hey there no loving listen,
You bumped in my system,
Your chance is hardly as much as an Iraqi becoming a
You'll shine, you cant polish a turd,
Your shit is but shove it down your throat to swallow your words
Im of copping slander for what I stand for,
You're not the man you're masturbating in your propaganda
And got a lot to answer, your dont stink,
Think you're ship wont sink, mandate it don't
That you're large and small time, to rob easy small minds,
Carrying the heavy weight of their ego on spines
is rugged raw the heads'd want nothing more,
But others talk politics and swallow like a fucking whore
So what're bugging for?
Its hiphop, love and war
Pressure MC, Hoods,
The lyric

Since in the days, we been the major crew,
Hilltop working the mike,

Hilltop Hoods the mike,

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