Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Master

I am what I am, I comes to get biz so bust the jam
I might not be the man but y'all I still to slam, I cram
to why these rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy with the Books and Drayzie

Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in
hell-a can never cut the swell-a
'Cos you can tell I biz like Markie
No matter the weather son you never wanna spark me

I'm kickin' rhymes and mines on the regular
See me in the Benz just blowin' up the cellular
We as shit, the sky is it?
You know the style yo is fly as shit
So grip, you're cheap and buried cos never comin' near it
(What?)

So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but compare it
I be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm speakin'
Kids be heapin', they love the way we be freakin'
My sewer style it 'cause disaster so I ask
You answer who's the microphone master

Miggity master, super rhyme maker
Miggity master, super rhyme maker
microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity master, super rhyme maker

yo, here's the humdinger
I'm briggity bringin' a new of thing
It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and
I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom, all about expanses
of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion

By the age of 16, had dreams of big
Mad rubbers to my dick clean
Chrome in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints
Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and

I check the mic 2-1 and gum to ease the breath
My style is like the Cats of Villanova
The heat on the keep my 40's spillin' over
So the and Thai keep me high when I'm smokin'

And I sleep, just take naps with one eye open
See I believe the beaded weed in me is me
The to riggity rock the nation
From white to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican

Burn MCs degrees of Mason because you're fakin'
I'm on point, exclamation the caper
The flavor misbehaver from the duper rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super maker
Miggity microphone master, super maker
Miggity microphone master, rhyme maker
microphone master, super rhyme maker

I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my at the shows
Friends, foes, stunts and hoes
Drats, I'm friggin' to the fat, ooh shit
My crew is shake, rattle and thick

Thicker than your blunt 'cos yo I be's the Brooklyn
And I got more spunk than that from Punky Brewster
Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity bingo
I run shit like Kunta, breaks bones Mandingo

I'm like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though
I'm all small cat like Tomko or Hasbo
I have no fear yeah, it's me and mines
Masters of the microphone, makers of the rhymes

Yo, yo the shit sound clever
I'm clown for whatever like nuttin'
Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin' shop he cut 'n' slice
These 20 MCs, please, I never heard of
We need to murder some Colin Ferguson

But now ya heard us the under so feel the thunder
Ya best to clean like J-Rule and 'Felix Sunder'
I'm buggin' like gristle, see I you

Dismiss you, my style's and that's the issue
I show the flow I go until it's time to
Believe I'm packin rhymes up my sleeve

Miggity microphone master, rhyme maker
microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super maker
Miggity microphone master, super maker

Miggity microphone master, super maker
Miggity master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
Miggity master, super rhyme maker

microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super maker
microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity master, super rhyme maker
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