Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Tune Da Mic

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[maestro] tune 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 know it's show
I to rock a hundred miles, but you know I'm far from running
Listen to the kicks and the snares, you know 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 peace of mind and beats on the low
And show's got a flow, a combo with
Fresh wes, I never fess, big up to d
A.g. and my partner lord finesse, forget buckwild
People my style, don't play me like a child
Or fam be sitting in the front aisle, of a funeral home
Put two to your dome, so pass the
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 cange kicks
And up chiocks and take them to the flicks
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 my head's at
While I made a talking about liking my pockets fat
And not flat, not
And couldn't take it if you had ten gats
And girls play my lap bcause I soul clap
I guess it's like when you got a little stack

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[maestro wes]
Well I'm crushing, starts 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 lost it, now i'mma toss it
Get off it, i'mma write, I'll role you like a spliff
I get hyper just like positive on a night shift
Fresh wes is the smoothest and prover
Like j. degar hoover, I make a ? ? ?
Ain't no lookin back, I throw a jam at the sugar
And I can make the mack say, jack bring my hooker
I'm getting 'nuff props like black moon, I never wrote a wack
take my album cover straight to the bathroom
Live like a wire, mc for
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, flow
Makes you want to hear it, so compare it
You can't come 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 people listen
Catching mad wreck on the mic

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Outro [maestro 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 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 b-i-z
Aka mr. (f-a-t), we out