Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Tune Da Mic

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

So here I (ha), so here I go (yo)
And you hear (huh), you know it's brother show
I to rock a hundred miles, but you know I'm far from running
to the kicks 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 hometown to fly to
To get a of mind and make beats on the low
And got a flow, a combo with maestro
Fresh wes, I never fess, big up to 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 in the front aisle, of a funeral home
Put two to your dome, so the microphone
The from 1-6-3, third and a-v-e
The can't see me
Lick for lick, I cars like brother cange kicks
And pick up chiocks and them to the flicks
So don't try to play big
I'll smoke you with a hundred dollar bill
And the chump feel silly, huh
You can't understand my head's at
While I made a record talking about my pockets fat
And not flat, not
And couldn't take it if you had ten gats
And girls play my lap I made soul clap
I guess it's like that you got a little stack

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[maestro wes]
Well I'm crushing, blood starts 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 ever lost it, now toss it
Get off it, i'mma write, I'll you like a tight spliff
I might get hyper just like positive on a night
Fresh wes is the smoothest and prover
Like j. degar hoover, I a ? ? ? manouver
Ain't no lookin back, I throw a jam at the sugar
And I can the mack say, jack bring my hooker back
I'm getting 'nuff like black moon, I never wrote a wack tune
Sons take my 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 hell 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 come near it, I know you fear it
You want to jeer it in the row
'cause you know me and can flow
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 fresh
Yeah, that's how we 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 my man chris
My man mac behind the fat
And my man show
Aka mr. (f-a-t), we out