Luyện nghe bài hát Maybe

[Intro - - talking]
Hey, let me spit
Just me that flute beat
Yeah, me that one
Uh,

1 - Classified]
All I need's a beat and two sheets of loose leaf to move me
A two on Toony Tuesday and I'm groovy
Never needed much but and a few trees
To get the song flowin the blue sea
I smoke doobies with groupies, whose breath smelled like blue cheese or sushi
Jeez, me a few feet please
I could have floozies naked like a nude beach
And I don't need to 'em any roofies (shit is too easy)
Huh, I into cougars, Judge Judy
I'm truly unique, too to "Love Lucy"
on the Goonies and Bruce Lee movies
My defense is excellent, no one's to me
I'm the shots, QB like Doug Flutie
I'm reckless, unruly, this you newbie
From the coast, reppin Scotians and Newfies
I keep it like the ocean and cool breeze

- Brother Ali]
Maybe just me
I keep, movin pen like it'll set me free
believe, I'm a flow on endlessly, let it be
I feel the love every breath I breathe, yes

[Break - samples - w/ ad libs]
"Give it to 'em, show you, hot"
"Watch ya blow up, block up box"
"Wait-Wait-Wait to a slammin track"
"By demand, I'm back"

2 - Classified]
Uh, now shirt that's in my closet got vomit
Chocolate and baby food on it and none of it out when I wash it
So now you think I a damn what I'm rockin?
I don't wear Cincinnati hat 'cause I watch 'em
You don't need to worry what I do, I think
when your girl gets around/a like she just bought us drinks
You got own problems, back to the basics
There's no touchin me like I just
Nope, I say "no homo"
I don't need to reinsure myself like I up the Volvo
I only like pussy, sorry to be blunt but I got to make it
When my is in your - ear (ya ear)
I lock it down Shawshank
I love writin but hate when I draw blanks
I like I'm repeatin myself, I'm overworked
And about to go berserk if I don't get this off my shoulders

- scratched samples - w/ ad libs]
"I think I ought to you, better get warned"
"Th-Th-There's no need for alarmin, right now"
"On the microphone"
"The are airborne, I smell the success"

"Get on 'em"
"And my is bond"
"Th-Th-There's no need for alarmin, 'cause now"
"On the microphone"
"What you to do is smell the success"

[Verse 3 - Brother
You know me, I'm a '70's baby, yet boy
I never had no love for the or playin with toys
I was on the mic doin my thing, just some noise
I don't need to no magazine, I'm straight from The Source
You know I had a dream, one day I'd step on
stage and the ladies all like David Lee Roth
Teenager in the '90's, things are changin all me
You can hate me if you want but I escaped, you got to me
Hit the Minneapol', I had my whole baffled
Soon as they see you advancin, then they all to attack you
Rhymesayers massive, we us a little castle
Eyedea won battle, we should've built him a statue
single week we slayed, anywhere we seen a stage
Even the weak DJ, we rapped over every beat they played
Chewin 'em up, 'em out, you never seen nobody this devout
We just want to spit and shout, they would kick us out
the spot, two when they closed off
We took it to the block, ears throbbin, our soar
Hit the bus stop because we still got to flow
Frozen cold blocks, swear to God we so raw, oh Lord

[Chorus - w/ ad

- scratched samples]
"Give it to 'em, you, it's hot"
"Watch ya blow up, up your box"
"Feelin satisfaction, the crowd reaction"