Luyện nghe bài hát How Many Styles

Intro [maestro fresh
the power move (yeah)
It's the power (yeah)
Peace to the move (yeah)
It's the master (word)

To the plan (yeah)

1994 baby, the maestro wild a psycho
how we do

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

[maestro fresh
Yo, I walk like hanibal adley
Hit a grand like my man don mattingly
Come prepared if you ever try to me (why)
I got rhymes coming out my cavity
outta scarborough
Ready to swing blows, niggas to quit
Wash my nuts and my
I'm on tape decks, rhyming to my apex
If a nigga don't like he can bite me a latex
Because I'm rhyming, heads are declining
Like brian mulroney, are resigning
ain't in front of me
Maestro where'd you get all thses dope rhymes
I don't know, just come to me
You fucking with a brother
I kiss and tell, but I know your baby mother
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 a cadillac, cut like a battle axe
I got freaks, wash from bc to halifax
Yeah, now the maest is
beats alright, but now I thknk I want a xylophone
With my cipher grown, mics are blown
You're in the zone
Now I gotta flow, hurdle any
Rhyme to show, and the dough
So many people try to the bro
But I smoke competition an octago(? )
maestro!, fresh 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 beat 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 everytime I begin
To bring the funk to stations to bump me
You have never let my ass into your country
Word to god, I'm hard
I'm even deadlier than tony montana with a green
you and your demo tape
Instead of to imitate... innovate
I the mic but I don't pull cards
Bust your ass plus down by the schoolyard
Don't try dissing me, your style is history
I'm more flavour than the kernel's(sp? ) rotisserie
I bone and I injure limbs
I've come a long way like slims
I do a show the bandstand, never met the sandman
Chicks with the big tits me a gland stand(? )
broads want to jock me, elanor from fox wants my rock
Let me stop, and burn
want to turn wild, you say you got dope
But why was your pops jumping
You ain't got money
I'm so dope, this shit's
All my is the shits
But tell me how many can one nigga flip?

Outro [maestro fresh
Yeah, 1994
maestro
I want to say what's up to my people,
the finch, jungle, flemington park, everywhere
You what I'm saying
flavour, catching mad wrizzech in efizzect