Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Tune Da Mic

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[maestro] fine da mic
[showbiz] won't you check it
[maestro] the brother maestro
and showbiz is going to wreck it

So here I (ha), so here I go (yo)
And when you (huh), you know it's brother show
I like to rock a miles, but you know I'm far from running
Listen to the kicks and the snares, you know it's
I'm coming, I came, I'm only to damage ya
I my city and my hometown to fly to canada
To get a peace of mind and make on the low
And show's got a flow, a combo with
Fresh wes, I fess, big up to diamond d
A.g. and my lord finesse, can't forget buckwild
People know my style, don't play me like a
Or fam be sitting in the front aisle, of a funeral home
Put two to your dome, so pass the
The from 1-6-3, third and a-v-e
The can't see me
Lick for lick, I change cars like cange kicks
And pick up chiocks and take to the flicks
So don't try to play big
I'll smoke you with a cripsy hundred bill
And make the chump silly, huh
You understand where my head's at
While I made a talking about liking my pockets fat
And not flat, not
And punks take it if you had ten gats
And girls my lap bcause I made soul clap
I it's like that when you got a little stack

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[maestro fresh
Well I'm crushing, blood gushing when I'm bum rushing
Me and the mic is like startsky and
Not a plumber but I'm to fix farrah's faucet
No I ever lost it, now i'mma toss it
Get off it, i'mma write, I'll role you like a tight
I might get just like positive on a night shift
Fresh wes is the show and prover
Like j. degar hoover, I a ? ? ? manouver
no lookin back, I throw a jam at the sugar shack
And I can make the mack say, jack bring my hooker
I'm getting 'nuff props like moon, I never wrote a wack tune
Sons my album cover straight to the bathroom
Live like a wire, mc for
Rapper all admire, but retire, I ahnil-
Late, deducts, and take da
Who the hell needs luck, I got it made and paid to fluc-
Uate my lyrics, my uncategorical, flow
you want to hear it, so don't compare it
You can't come it, I know you fear it
You want to it in the front row
'cause you me and show can flow
We go head to head, toe to toe and blow for
We say the kind of to make the party people listen
mad wreck on the mic mechanism

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Outro [maestro wes]
Yeah, how we doing it yo
Big up to my dj, ltd
Loves to devast, hesitate to motivate
flex, relfex, mvp yo
That's how we swing it in the
Word up fresh wes,
I'm up uhh
I'm up yeah

I can't my man chris
My man mac behind the fat
And my man b-i-z
Aka mr. (f-a-t), we out