Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Tune Da Mic

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

So I come (ha), so here I go (yo)
And you hear (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 it's stunning
I'm coming, I came, I'm only here to ya
I left my city and my to fly to canada
To get a peace of mind and make on the low
And show's got a flow, a combo maestro
wes, I never fess, big up to diamond d
A.g. and my partner finesse, can't forget buckwild
People my style, don't play me like a child
Or your fam be in the front aisle, of a funeral home
Put two to dome, so pass the microphone
The s-h-o-w-b-i-z 1-6-3, third and a-v-e
The trump see me
Lick for lick, I change cars like brother kicks
And pick up chiocks and take to the flicks
So don't try to play big
I'll smoke you with a cripsy dollar bill
And make the chump silly, huh
You can't understand where my at
While I made a record 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 guess it's that when you got a little stack

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[maestro fresh
I'm crushing, blood starts gushing when I'm bum rushing
Me and the mic is startsky and hutchin
Not a but I'm guarenteed to fix farrah's faucet
No I never ever it, now i'mma toss it
Get off it, write, I'll role you like a tight spliff
I might get hyper just positive on a night shift
Fresh wes is the smoothest show and
j. degar hoover, I make a ? ? ? manouver
Ain't no lookin back, I throw a jam at the shack
And I can the mack say, jack bring my hooker back
I'm getting 'nuff props like black moon, I never a wack tune
Sons my album cover straight to the bathroom
like a wire, mc for hire
Rapper all admire, but retire, when I
Late, deducts, and take da
Who the needs luck, I got it made and getting paid to fluc-
Uate my lyrics, my uncategorical, metaphorical
Makes you 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 know me and show can
We go head to head, toe to toe and blow for
We say the of rhymes to make the party people listen
Catching mad on the mic mechanism

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Outro fresh wes]
Yeah, that's how we it yo
Big up to my dj, ltd
Loves to devast, never hesitate to
flex, relfex, mvp yo
That's how we swing it in the
up fresh wes, 1994
I'm up uhh
I'm up yeah

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