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 showbiz is going to 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 from
Listen to the kicks and the snares, you know stunning
I'm coming, I came, I'm only to damage ya
I my city and my hometown to fly to canada
To get a peace of mind and beats on the low
And show's got a flow, a with maestro
Fresh wes, I never fess, big up to d
A.g. and my partner lord finesse, can't forget
People my style, don't play me like a child
Or your fam be sitting in the front aisle, of a home
Put two to your dome, so pass the
The from 1-6-3, third and a-v-e
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 dollar bill
And make the chump silly, huh
You understand where my head's 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 play my lap bcause I made soul clap
I guess it's like when you got a little stack

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[maestro wes]
I'm crushing, blood starts gushing when I'm bum rushing
Me and the mic is like startsky and
Not a plumber but I'm guarenteed to fix faucet
No I never ever lost it, now toss it
Get off it, write, I'll 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 make the say, jack bring my hooker back
I'm getting 'nuff like black moon, I never wrote a wack tune
Sons take my album cover straight to the
Live a wire, mc for hire
Rapper all admire, but retire, 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
Makes you want to it, so don't compare it
You can't near it, I know you fear 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
Catching mad wreck on the mic

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Outro [maestro wes]
Yeah, that's how we 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