Luyện nghe bài hát How Many Styles

Intro fresh wes]
the power move (yeah)
It's the move (yeah)
Peace to the power (yeah)
It's the master (word)

To the master (yeah)

1994 baby, the wild like a psycho
how we do

Chorus [maestro wes]
It in with 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)
In with the fat, out the wack
In the fat out with the wack
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 grand slam like my man don
Come if you ever try to battle me (why)
I got rhymes coming out my anal
Straight scarborough
Ready to swing blows, niggas to quit
Wash my and my windows
I'm on your decks, rhyming to my apex
If a nigga don't like he can me with a latex
when I'm rhyming, heads are declining
Like brian mulroney, niggas are
Competition in front of me
where'd you get all thses dope rhymes from?
I don't know, they come to me
You with a crazy brother
I don't and tell, but I know your baby mother
I bullshitting
Mmm, why did gill a mean curry chicken
for me to get mad check(? )
So wack motherfuckers to the left
I'm fat like a cadillac, cut like a axe
I got crazy freaks, wash bc to halifax
Yeah, now the maest is
This alright, but now I thknk I want a xylophone
With my grown, many mics are blown
in the maestro zone
Now I gotta flow, any obstacle
Rhyme to show, and clock the
So many try to stop the bro
But I competition like an octago(? )
It's maestro!, fresh big up to fly ju(? ) and my nigga big jess
Yes, my peeps from
I met her last summer on 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, the funk hail the phelgm
Niggas getting grim I begin
To bring the funk to radio stations to 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 your tape
Instead of tryin' to imitate...
I pull the mic but I don't cards
your ass plus julio down by the schoolyard
Don't try dissing me, because your is history
I'm packing more flavour than the kernel's(sp? )
I injure and I injure limbs
I've come a long way virgina slims
I do a with the bandstand, never met the sandman
with the big tits give me a gland stand(? )
Older want to jock me, elanor from fox wants my rock
Let me stop, and styles
Chumps want to turn wild, you say you got
But why was your pops jumping
You ain't got *laughter*
I'm so dope, this funny
All my is the shits
But tell me how styles can one nigga flip?

[maestro fresh wes]
Yeah, 1994
maestro
I to say what's up to my people, scarborough
Jane the finch, jungle, park, everywhere
You what I'm saying
Toronto flavour, catching mad wrizzech in