Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Tune Da Mic

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

So I come (ha), so here I go (yo)
And when you hear (huh), you know it's show
I like to rock a hundred miles, but you I'm far from running
Listen to the and the snares, you know it's stunning
I'm coming, I came, I'm only to damage ya
I left my and my hometown to fly to canada
To get a of mind and make beats on the low
And show's got a flow, a combo maestro
Fresh wes, I fess, big up to diamond d
A.g. and my lord finesse, can't forget buckwild
People my style, don't play me like a child
Or your fam be in the front aisle, of a funeral home
Put two to dome, so pass the microphone
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 chiocks and 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 understand where my head's at
While I made a record talking liking my pockets fat
And not flat, not
And punks couldn't it if you had ten gats
And girls play my lap bcause I made soul
I guess it's like when you got a little stack

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[maestro wes]
Well I'm crushing, blood gushing when I'm bum rushing
Me and the mic is startsky and hutchin
Not a plumber but I'm guarenteed to fix faucet
No I ever lost it, now i'mma toss it
Get off it, i'mma write, role you like a tight spliff
I might get just like positive on a night shift
Fresh wes is the smoothest show and
j. degar hoover, I make a ? ? ? manouver
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 props like 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, 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, flow
you want 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 blow for
We say the kind of rhymes to make the people listen
Catching mad wreck on the mic

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Outro [maestro fresh
Yeah, how we doing it yo
Big up to my dj, ltd
Loves to devast, never to motivate
flex, relfex, mvp yo
That's how we it in the studio
Word up 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