Luyện nghe bài hát How Many Styles

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

To the master (yeah)

1994 baby, the wild like a psycho
how we do

Chorus fresh wes]
It in with the fat, out with the wack
In with the fat out 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)
In with the fat, out with the
In with the fat out with the
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 fresh
Yo, I walk tall like hanibal
Hit a grand slam like my man don
Come prepared if you ever try to me (why)
I got rhymes out my anal cavity
Straight outta
Ready to swing blows, niggas to quit
my nuts and my windows
I'm on your decks, rhyming to my apex
If a don't like he can bite me with a latex
when I'm rhyming, heads are declining
Like brian mulroney, niggas are
Competition in front of me
Maestro where'd you get all thses 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 bullshitting
Mmm, why did gill cook a mean curry
for me to get mad check(? )
So wack motherfuckers to the left
I'm fat like a cadillac, cut a battle axe
I got crazy freaks, wash from bc to
Yeah, now the maest is
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
Rhyme to show, and the dough
So people try to stop the bro
But I competition like an octago(? )
It's maestro!, w-e-s big up to fly ju(? ) and my nigga big jess
Yes, my peeps 1-6-2
I met her summer on jamaica avenue
Now every I made is a hit
But tell me, how many styles can one nigga

Yeah, ha ha

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

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