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 goes in with the fat, out 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 with the fat, out with the
In the fat out with the wack
You niggas can't rap, so I want my money
Can you dig it? (I can dig it), can you dig it? (I can dig it)

[maestro wes]
Yo, I walk tall like adley
Hit a grand slam like my man don
Come prepared if you ever try to me (why)
I got rhymes coming out my anal
Straight scarborough
to swing blows, niggas want to quit
Wash my nuts and my
I'm on your tape decks, rhyming to my
If a nigga don't he can bite me with a latex
Because when I'm rhyming, heads are
Like brian mulroney, are resigning
Competition in front of me
Maestro where'd you get all dope rhymes from?
I don't know, they come to me
You fucking with a brother
I don't kiss and tell, but I know your baby
I bullshitting
Mmm, why did cook a mean curry chicken
for me to get mad check(? )
So motherfuckers step to the left
I'm fat like a cadillac, cut like a axe
I got freaks, wash from bc to halifax
Yeah, now the is known
This beats alright, but now I I want a xylophone
With my cipher grown, many mics are
You're in the zone
Now I gotta flow, hurdle any
Rhyme to show, and the dough
So people try to stop the bro
But I smoke like an octago(? )
It's maestro!, fresh w-e-s big up to fly ju(? ) and my big jess
Yes, my from 1-6-2
I met her last summer on avenue
Now beat I made is a hit
But tell me, how styles can one nigga flip?

Yeah, ha ha

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

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