Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Tune Da Mic

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

So I come (ha), so here I go (yo)
And when you hear (huh), you know brother show
I to rock a hundred 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 my city and my hometown to fly to canada
To get a peace of mind and beats on the low
And show's got a flow, a with maestro
wes, I never fess, big up to diamond d
A.g. and my partner lord finesse, can't buckwild
People know my style, don't play me a child
Or your fam be sitting in the aisle, of a funeral home
Put two to dome, so pass the microphone
The from 1-6-3, third and a-v-e
The trump see me
Lick for lick, I cars like brother cange kicks
And up chiocks and take them to the flicks
So don't try to play big
I'll you with a cripsy hundred dollar bill
And the chump feel silly, huh
You can't understand where my at
While I a record talking about liking my pockets fat
And not flat, not
And punks couldn't take it if you had ten
And girls play my lap I made soul clap
I guess like that when you got a little stack

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

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Outro [maestro wes]
Yeah, that's how we it yo
Big up to my dj, ltd
Loves to devast, 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 up yeah

I forget my man chris
My man mac the fat tracks
And my man show
Aka mr. (f-a-t), we out