Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Master

I iggity am 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 understand why these rappers try to me
They must be messin' with the Books and Drayzie

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

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

So fear it when you it, cheer it but don't 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 disaster so when I ask
You better answer who's the master

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

Well yo, the humdinger
I'm briggity bringin' a new style of
a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
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 tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy and tints
Jaboll, Guess, ol' and sess

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

And I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye
See I the beaded weed in me is feedin' me
The to riggity rock the nation
white folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican

Burn MCs like degrees of because you're fakin'
I'm on point, exclamation with the
The flavor misbehaver the super duper rhyme maker

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dismiss you, my official and that's the issue
I show the I go until it's time to leave
Believe I'm 'more rhymes up my sleeve

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

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

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