Luyện nghe bài hát Miuzi Weighs a Ton

Step back, get away, give the some room
You got to turn me up the beat goes boom
Lyric to lyric, to line
Then understand my reputation for rhyme

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

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

It's a big wonder why I haven't gone
Dodgin' all types of microphone
A fugitive missin' all types of
All this because I so well

I rock, get up, get down
Miuzi a ton

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

Ducks criticize my phase of rapture
Can't wait to read the of my capture
of assault, a 1st degree crime
'Cause I beat competitors with my

whipped, pushed, shoved and tripped
Coocked the hold of my Kung Fu grip
And if you my title, it would be suicidal
From my end, it would be

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

Rock, get up, get
Miuzi a ton

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

If Miuzi wasn't heavy, I'd fire it
I'd make you walk the if I was a pirate
If they made me a King, I would be a
If you want to get me, go 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 race where I'm the winner

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

Rock, get up, get
weighs a ton

My style versatile said rhymes
is why they're after me on my back
Lookin' my shoulder, seein' what I write
Hearin' what I say, wonderin' why

Why they ever compete on my level
Superstar is my domain
Understand my rhythm, my of lecture
And then you'll why I'm on the run

This change of events in a switch
Lateral movements of my pitch
It eliminates on the haunted
But the posse is so I got to front it

Plus tactics so coy
And no choice but to destroy
Soloists, and what they say
And all that try to my way