Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Tune Da Mic

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

So here I (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 from
Listen to the kicks and the snares, you it's stunning
I'm coming, I came, I'm only here to ya
I left my and my hometown to fly to canada
To get a peace of mind and make on the low
And show's got a flow, a combo with
Fresh wes, I fess, big up to diamond d
A.g. and my partner lord finesse, forget buckwild
People my style, don't play me like a child
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, third and
The can't see me
for lick, I change cars like brother cange kicks
And pick up and take them to the flicks
So try to play big willie
I'll smoke you with a cripsy dollar bill
And make the chump silly, huh
You can't where my head's at
While I made a record talking about liking my fat
And not flat, not
And punks couldn't take it if you had ten
And play my lap bcause I made soul clap
I guess it's like that when you got a little

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[maestro wes]
Well I'm crushing, blood starts gushing I'm bum rushing
Me and the mic is like and hutchin
Not a plumber but I'm guarenteed to fix faucet
No I never ever lost it, now i'mma it
Get off it, i'mma write, role you like a tight spliff
I might get hyper like positive on a night shift
Fresh wes is the show 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 back
I'm getting 'nuff like black moon, I never wrote a wack tune
Sons take my album cover straight to the
Live like a wire, mc for
all admire, but retire, when I ahnil-
Late, deducts, and da bucks
Who the hell needs luck, I got it 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
you know me and show can flow
We go head to head, toe to toe and blow for
We say the kind of to make the party 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
Loves to devast, 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 up yeah

I can't forget my man
My man mac the fat tracks
And my man b-i-z
Aka mr. (f-a-t), we out