Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Tune Da Mic

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[maestro] fine da mic
[showbiz] engineer you check it
it's the brother maestro
[showbiz] and is going to wreck it

So I come (ha), so here I go (yo)
And when you hear (huh), you it's brother show
I like to rock a hundred miles, but you know I'm far from
Listen to the and the snares, you know it's stunning
I'm coming, I came, I'm here to damage ya
I left my city and my to fly to canada
To get a of mind 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 partner lord finesse, can't forget
People know my style, don't me like a child
Or your fam be sitting in the front aisle, of a funeral
Put two to your dome, so the microphone
The s-h-o-w-b-i-z from 1-6-3, third and
The trump see me
Lick for lick, I change like brother cange kicks
And pick up chiocks and take them to the
So don't try to big willie
I'll smoke you with a cripsy hundred bill
And the chump feel silly, huh
You can't understand where my at
I made a record talking about liking my pockets fat
And not flat, not
And couldn't take it if you had ten gats
And play my lap bcause I made soul clap
I guess it's 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 and hutchin
Not a plumber but I'm guarenteed to fix farrah's
No I never ever lost it, now toss it
Get off it, i'mma write, I'll role you like a spliff
I might get hyper just like positive on a night
Fresh wes is the show and prover
Like j. degar hoover, I make a ? ? ?
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 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 da bucks
Who the needs luck, I got it made and getting paid to fluc-
Uate my lyrics, my uncategorical, flow
Makes you want to hear it, so compare it
You can't come near it, I know you it
You want to jeer it in the row
you know me and show can flow
We go to head, toe to toe and blow for blow
We say the kind of rhymes to make the people listen
mad wreck on the mic mechanism

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Outro fresh wes]
Yeah, how we doing 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
up fresh wes, 1994
I'm up uhh
I'm blowing up

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