Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Tune Da Mic

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[maestro] fine da mic
[showbiz] engineer you check it
[maestro] it's the maestro
and showbiz is going to wreck 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 hundred miles, but you know I'm far 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 and make beats on the low
And got a flow, a combo with maestro
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 your fam be sitting in the aisle, of a funeral 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 trump see me
Lick for lick, I change cars like brother cange
And pick up chiocks and take to the flicks
So don't try to big willie
smoke you with a cripsy hundred dollar bill
And make the feel silly, huh
You can't understand where my at
While I made a record talking about liking my fat
And not flat, not
And couldn't take it if you had ten gats
And girls play my lap bcause I made soul
I it's like that when you got a little stack

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[maestro wes]
Well I'm crushing, blood starts gushing when I'm bum
Me and the mic is like startsky and
Not a but I'm guarenteed to fix farrah's faucet
No I never lost it, now i'mma toss it
Get off it, i'mma write, role you like a tight spliff
I might get hyper like positive on a night shift
wes is the smoothest show and prover
Like j. hoover, I make a ? ? ? manouver
Ain't no lookin back, I 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 never wrote a wack
Sons take my album straight to the bathroom
like a wire, mc for hire
Rapper all admire, but retire, when I
Late, deducts, and take da
Who the hell luck, I got it made and getting paid to fluc-
Uate my lyrics, my uncategorical, metaphorical
you want to hear it, so don't compare it
You can't come near it, I know you 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 rhymes to make the people listen
Catching mad wreck on the mic

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Outro fresh wes]
Yeah, how we doing it yo
Big up to my dj, ltd
Loves to devast, never to motivate
flex, relfex, mvp yo
That's how we swing it in the
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