Luyện nghe bài hát Working The Mic

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

Hilltop Hoods the mike,

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fucking with me, Suffa MC,
Tongue like sandpaper, who's rougher we?
We been gone for a while it's a long cold winter,
We back to get this crowd off their feet back injuries,
Raps flaks and similies, acts to hack me
They try bring me like a Mac had backed into me
your car into me, fact you can't injure me
We back to the back of this whacked rap industry
These MC's dont wanna, (they don't wanna) mess me
Fuck that bitch run his mouth its a
in a teacup
You whacked as Aussie goin to Afganistan
I'm in the world war Mohammed my man
I'm MC's to war fuck the friendships and politics
End because my lyrical depth is bottomless
We thought forgotten us
no forgetting me
You wanna
You couldnt win a battle

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

Hilltop Working the mike,

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Ive had of their dissings,
And ambition,
Theres but wishing,
To become all phat they're undernutritioned
Hey no loving your listen,
You getting in my system,
Your chance is hardly as much as an Iraqi becoming a
never shine, you cant polish a turd,
Your shit is dope but shove it down throat to swallow your words
Im sick of copping slander for I stand for,
You're not the man just masturbating in your propaganda
And got a lot to answer, shit dont stink,
Think you're wont sink, mandate it don't think;
you're large and we're small time, to rob easy small minds,
Carrying the heavy weight of their ego on small
This is raw the heads'd want nothing more,
But others politics and swallow dicks like a fucking whore
So they bugging for?
Its just hiphop, and war
Pressure MC, Hoods,
The lyric

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

Hoods Working the mike,

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