Luyện nghe bài hát How Many Styles

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

fresh wes]
Yo, I walk tall hanibal adley
Hit a grand slam my man don mattingly
Come prepared if you try to battle me (why)
I got rhymes coming out my anal
outta scarborough
Ready to swing blows, niggas want to
Wash my 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, are declining
brian mulroney, niggas are resigning
Competition ain't in of me
where'd you get all thses dope rhymes from?
I don't know, they come to me
You fucking with a brother
I don't kiss and tell, but I your baby mother
I ain't
Mmm, why did gill cook a mean chicken
for me to get mad check(? )
So motherfuckers step to the left
I'm fat like a cadillac, cut a battle axe
I got crazy freaks, wash bc to halifax
Yeah, now the maest is
This beats alright, but now I thknk I a xylophone
With my cipher grown, many mics are
You're in the zone
Now I gotta flow, hurdle any
to show, and clock the dough
So many people try to the bro
But I smoke competition 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 last summer on jamaica
Now every beat I is a hit
But tell me, how many can one nigga flip?

Yeah, ha ha

[maestro wes]
From the lungs of the maestro, hail the funk the phelgm
Niggas grim everytime I begin
To bring the to radio stations to bump me
You should have never let my ass into your
to god, I'm real hard
I'm even deadlier than tony montana with a green
you and your demo tape
Instead of to imitate... innovate
I pull the mic but I don't cards
Bust your ass julio down by the schoolyard
Don't try dissing me, because your is history
I'm packing more flavour the kernel's(sp? ) rotisserie
I injure bone and I injure
I've a long way like virgina slims
I do a show with the bandstand, never met the
with the big tits give me a gland stand(? )
Older broads to jock me, elanor from fox wants my rock
Let me stop, and burn
Chumps want to turn wild, you say you got
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 styles can one nigga flip?

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