收聽Masta Killa的Grab The Mic (Explicit)歌詞歌曲

Grab The Mic (Explicit)

Masta Killa2004年6月1日

Grab The Mic (Explicit) 歌詞

Grab The Mic (Explicit) - Masta Killa

Yeah it's like salutation greeting

Ladies and gents good evening

I'm the speaker for the evening

Get up out your chair throw your hands in the air

Have drinks on me hit it slow though

Each to those well potent

Some particle compound into one article

The headline read shall I proceed

Hell yeah well let the turntable spin

Like the chrome on the G wag' Benz let's begin

Aiyo spit that sh*t that make niggaz wanna lick they glock

When I grab the microphone I can't stop

To drop that sh*t that make you get "ahh"

Down on your face with your the gun to your --

Ladies in the club they frontin' like --

My brothers in the club we try'nna get "ahh"

Look another smash hit my niggaz from the boulevard

East New York squad in the yard gettin' ripped

'Least twenty five a clip a hundred men stomp in ya face

The wolves barkin' careful you might get trampled

Caught flashin' wrap him in the masking tape

Jimmy Basking murder was the case when the crowd break fool

Iron Mic Duel held down by the poolside

Along came a spider spun spools in a cypher

Screamin' on your mic leads spray from the sawed off pipe

Stenographer type the ghetto hype slang flow gold

Like water off the brim when it rain

Iron Maiden checkmating no escaping we takin'it

So terrorfying so electrifyin'

Yall niggaz can't deny it's so death defyin'

Also unique it's so much heat

On the turntable wax when I speak on the beat

One-two throw it up like you came to gave it up

So terrorfyin' so electrifyin'

Ya'll niggaz can't deny it's so death defyin'

Also unique it's so much heat

On the turntable wax when I speak on the beat

One-two throw it up like you came to gave it up

Drop something in the collection cup for the cause

Of the sixteen bars fast cars and jewelry

Fine silk Cantanose wine make the rhyme shine

Bright on the seven continent

Take it to the fullest extent

Go anywhere and live

 

Yeah P Diddy I know you dancin'

Crowd still movin' ladies groovin'

When the God show and provin'

Sh*t went something like that I can't remember how that go

 

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