Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Killa

[Intro - Freeway - - w/ ad libs]
Woo! Free! Yeah, we in
Uh huh, get 'em

[Chorus - Freeway - w/ ad
Who am I?
Microphone killa, microphone killa, microphone
Swifter a breeze, I will Swiss cheese emcees

[Verse 1 -
Even though I got a temper, had a long day
I will a tall nigga with a long K
Matter of fact I'm exactly what the say
Mic killa, best flow-er, "that's they all say"
Let me prove it to you, the music to you
Raw and bake, I'm not puttin any on it
Back, I put the on it
East coast, on my shoulders, put my fifty on it
All day, take it off to rest
I'm not a sleeper, if a nigga try to creep me put the to his chest
Yes, bullets fresh
Tag him with the chrome, get like reefer
He tried to take flight, hit him with the beam
Since I was a pre-teen been a microphone
Had to rock, then I signed with The Roc
still Roc for life, Rhymesayers is the team, yeah

[Chorus - w/ ad

[Verse 2 -
Find 'em all, line 'em up, 'em up
You say they got the sickest mouth, no doubt, grind 'em up, 'em out
That's one thing that they hate me
I body emcees, 'em back to they paper route
They say can do without, stay without
in doubt, if I'm without, I gotta bring the lasers out
That's one thing that I hate about
Whenever I floss, I always the haters out
Used to sling hard, bring the out
Now I throw yard parties, bring the out
out, one mic, one DJ, a couple guns
That's how we get it done, Jake One,
Do this with no delay, no
They my records in the house and on the E-way
How you think I got the Freeway? I move out
Listen, 20-20 couldn't see me, yeah

- w/ ad libs]

[Verse 3 - Chris]
(Killa), no Cam'ron
Bomb like landmine, I don't ask shit, I mine
I take a little bit and expand
Grandson 'em grandma
Chest out, high, until I'm a dead guy
I'm a light on all the lives I'm lead by
Examples of successful legends and presence
As I reppin on Roc-A-Fella Records
A blessing in disguise, y'all ain't messin with these guys
Don't me, you messin with my pride
It'll cost you, dirty niggaz'll off you
Pullin heat, bullets deep, Randy Moss you
It ain't hard to, six deep is where they toss you
Detectives tell mommy that lost you
Tell 'em Free, no women and
But we killin niggaz like we kill these motherfuckin bars too

- w/ ad libs]