Luyện nghe bài hát How Many Styles

Intro [maestro fresh
the power move (yeah)
It's the move (yeah)
Peace to the move (yeah)
It's the plan (word)

To the plan (yeah)

1994 baby, the maestro like a psycho
how we do

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

[maestro wes]
Yo, I tall like hanibal adley
Hit a slam like my man don mattingly
prepared if you ever try to battle me (why)
I got rhymes out my anal cavity
outta scarborough
Ready to blows, niggas want to quit
Wash my nuts and my
I'm on your tape decks, to my apex
If a nigga don't like he can me with a latex
Because I'm rhyming, heads are declining
Like mulroney, niggas are resigning
Competition ain't in of me
Maestro where'd you get all thses rhymes from?
I don't know, just come to me
You with a crazy brother
I don't kiss and tell, but I know your mother
I ain't
Mmm, why did gill cook a curry chicken
for me to get mad check(? )
So wack motherfuckers step to the
I'm fat a cadillac, cut like a battle axe
I got crazy freaks, wash bc to halifax
Yeah, now the is known
This beats alright, but now I I want a xylophone
my cipher grown, many mics are blown
You're in the maestro
Now I gotta flow, any obstacle
Rhyme to show, and the dough
So many people try to the bro
But I competition like an octago(? )
It's maestro!, fresh w-e-s big up to fly ju(? ) and my big jess
Yes, my peeps from
I met her last summer on avenue
Now every I made is a hit
But me, how many styles can one nigga flip?

Yeah, ha ha

[maestro fresh
the lungs of the maestro, hail the funk hail the phelgm
Niggas getting grim I begin
To the funk to radio stations to bump me
You should never let my ass into your country
Word to god, I'm hard
I'm deadlier than tony montana with a green card
Fuck you and demo tape
Instead of tryin' to imitate...
I pull the mic but I pull cards
your ass plus julio down by the schoolyard
Don't try dissing me, because your style is
I'm packing more flavour the kernel's(sp? ) rotisserie
I injure bone and I injure
I've come a long way like virgina
I do a with the bandstand, never met the sandman
with the big tits give me a gland stand(? )
Older broads want to me, elanor from fox wants my rock
Let me stop, and styles
Chumps to turn wild, you say you got dope
But why was your jumping turnstiles
You ain't got money
I'm so dope, shit's funny
All my jams is the
But tell me how styles can one nigga flip?

Outro [maestro wes]
Yeah, baby
Brother
I to say what's up to my people, scarborough
the finch, jungle, flemington park, everywhere
You what I'm saying
flavour, catching mad wrizzech in efizzect