Luyện nghe bài hát Miuzi Weighs a Ton

Step back, get away, give the brother room
You got to turn me up when the beat boom
Lyric to lyric, line to
Then you'll understand my reputation for

my rhyme reputation depends on what
Style of record my DJ
His slice, dice, super mix so
So bad, you dispute the price

plain to see, it's a strain to be
Number one in the public eye
I'm in 50, almost 51
where the Posse got me on the run

It's a big wonder why I gone under
Dodgin' all of microphone thunder
A fugitive missin' all of hell
All this because I talk so

I rock, get up, get down
Miuzi a ton

The match up title, the of thrill
For to compete and attempt to get ill
If looks kill, I'd chill until
The public on to my material

criticize my every phase of rapture
Can't wait to read the of my capture
Accused of assault, a 1st crime
'Cause I beat with my rhymes

Tongue whipped, pushed, shoved and
Coocked from the hold of my Fu grip
And if you want my title, it be suicidal
my end, it would be homicidal

When I do work, you get
Make all the paranoid, try to
The Public Enemy seat enjoyed
is no kid and I'm no toy boy

Rock, get up, get
weighs a ton

I'm a Enemy but I don't rob banks
I shoot bullets and I don't shoot blanks
My is supreme, number one is my rank
And I got power than the New York Yanks

If wasn't heavy, I'd probably fire it
I'd make you the plank if I was a pirate
If made me a King, I would be a tyrant
If you to get me, go ahead and try it

Snatcher, dispatcher, biter been a
Instead of me out, take a girl to dinner
The of comp has never been thinner
It's a runaway race where I'm the

unreal, they call the law
And claimed I had a war
It was war wanted and war they got
But they wilted in the heat Miuzi got hot

Rock, get up, get
weighs a ton

My style versatile without rhymes
is why they're after me on my back
Lookin' over my shoulder, what I write
Hearin' what I say, they why

Why they can't compete on my level
Superstar is my domain
Understand my rhythm, my pattern of
And then you'll why I'm on the run

This change of events results in a
Lateral of my vocal pitch
It eliminates on the haunted
But the posse is around so I got to it

Plus employ so coy
And leave no choice but to
Soloists, groups and they say
And all try to cross my way