Luyện nghe bài hát How Many Styles

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

To the master (yeah)

1994 baby, the maestro wild a psycho
how we do

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

fresh wes]
Yo, I walk tall hanibal adley
Hit a slam like my man don mattingly
Come prepared if you try to battle me (why)
I got rhymes out my anal cavity
outta scarborough
Ready to swing blows, want 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 with a
Because when I'm rhyming, heads are
Like brian mulroney, are resigning
Competition ain't in of me
Maestro where'd you get all thses dope from?
I don't know, just come to me
You fucking with a crazy
I don't kiss and tell, but I your baby mother
I ain't
Mmm, why did cook 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 from bc to
Yeah, now the is known
beats 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
to show, and clock the dough
So many try to stop the bro
But I smoke like an octago(? )
It's maestro!, w-e-s big up to fly ju(? ) and my nigga big jess
Yes, my from 1-6-2
I met her last on jamaica avenue
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 hail the
Niggas getting grim I begin
To bring the funk to radio to bump me
You should have let my ass into your country
Word to god, I'm real
I'm deadlier than tony montana with a green card
you and your demo tape
Instead of tryin' to imitate...
I the mic but I don't pull cards
Bust your ass plus julio down by the
Don't try dissing me, because your is history
I'm more flavour than the kernel's(sp? ) rotisserie
I injure and I injure limbs
I've a long way like virgina slims
I do a show with the bandstand, never met the
Chicks with the big give me a gland stand(? )
Older broads want to jock me, elanor from fox wants my
Let me stop, and burn
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 shit's
All my jams is the
But tell me how many can one nigga flip?

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