Luyện nghe bài hát How Many Styles

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

To the master (yeah)

1994 baby, the maestro like a psycho
how we do

Chorus [maestro fresh
It goes in the fat, out with the wack
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)
In with the fat, out with the
In with the fat out 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)

fresh wes]
Yo, I tall like hanibal 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
outta scarborough
Ready to swing blows, want to quit
my nuts and my windows
I'm on your tape decks, to my apex
If a nigga don't like he can me with a latex
Because when I'm rhyming, heads are
Like mulroney, niggas are resigning
Competition ain't in of me
Maestro where'd you get all dope rhymes from?
I know, they just come to me
You with a crazy brother
I don't kiss and tell, but I your baby mother
I bullshitting
Mmm, why did gill cook a 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 crazy freaks, wash from bc to
Yeah, now the is known
This alright, but now I thknk I want a xylophone
With my grown, many mics are blown
You're in the zone
Now I gotta flow, any obstacle
to show, and clock 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 nigga big
Yes, my from 1-6-2
I met her last summer on jamaica
Now every I made is a hit
But tell me, how many can one nigga flip?

Yeah, ha ha

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

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