Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Tune Da Mic

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

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

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

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Outro [maestro wes]
Yeah, that's how we it yo
Big up to my dj, ltd
to devast, never hesitate to motivate
flex, relfex, mvp yo
That's how we it in the studio
Word up fresh wes,
I'm up uhh
I'm blowing up

I can't forget my man
My man mac the fat tracks
And my man show
Aka mr. (f-a-t), we out