Luyện nghe bài hát How Many Styles

Intro [maestro wes]
the power move (yeah)
It's the move (yeah)
to the power move (yeah)
It's the master (word)

To the master (yeah)

1994 baby, the maestro wild a psycho
how we do

Chorus [maestro fresh
It in with the fat, out with the wack
In with the fat out with the
You niggas can't rap, so I want my back
Can you dig it? (I can dig it), can you dig it? (I can dig it)
In the fat, out with the wack
In with the fat out with the
You niggas rap, so I want my money back
Can you dig it? (I can dig it), can you dig it? (I can dig it)

[maestro fresh
Yo, I walk like hanibal adley
Hit a grand slam my man don mattingly
Come prepared if you try to battle me (why)
I got rhymes out my anal cavity
Straight scarborough
Ready to swing blows, want to quit
Wash my nuts and my
I'm on tape decks, rhyming to my apex
If a nigga don't like he can bite me a latex
Because when I'm rhyming, are declining
Like mulroney, niggas are resigning
Competition ain't in of me
Maestro you get all thses dope rhymes from?
I don't know, they just to me
You with a crazy brother
I don't and tell, but I know your baby mother
I ain't
Mmm, why did gill cook a curry chicken
for me to get mad check(? )
So wack motherfuckers to the left
I'm fat a cadillac, cut like a battle axe
I got crazy freaks, from bc to halifax
Yeah, now the is known
This alright, but now I thknk I want a xylophone
With my cipher grown, mics are blown
in the maestro zone
Now I gotta flow, any obstacle
to show, and clock the dough
So many try to stop the bro
But I smoke like an octago(? )
It's maestro!, fresh big up to fly ju(? ) and my nigga big jess
Yes, my peeps from
I met her summer on jamaica avenue
Now every I made is a hit
But tell me, how many can one nigga flip?

Yeah, ha ha

[maestro wes]
From the lungs of the maestro, hail the funk hail the
Niggas getting everytime I begin
To bring the funk to stations to bump me
You have never let my ass into your country
Word to god, I'm real
I'm even deadlier tony montana with a green card
you and your demo tape
Instead of to imitate... innovate
I pull the mic but I pull cards
Bust your ass plus julio by the schoolyard
try dissing me, because your style is history
I'm packing more flavour than the kernel's(sp? )
I injure and I injure limbs
come a long way like virgina slims
I do a show with the bandstand, never met the
Chicks with the big give me a gland stand(? )
Older broads want to jock me, elanor fox wants my rock
Let me stop, and burn
Chumps to turn wild, you say you got dope
But why was your jumping turnstiles
You ain't got *laughter*
I'm so dope, this shit's
All my is the shits
But tell me how many styles can one flip?

Outro [maestro fresh
Yeah, baby
maestro
I want to say what's up to my people,
Jane the finch, jungle, park, everywhere
You know what I'm
Toronto flavour, catching mad wrizzech in