Luyện nghe bài hát Maybe

[Intro - Classified -
Hey, let me spit
give me that flute beat
Yeah, give me one
Uh,

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

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

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

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

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

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

3 - Brother Ali]
You know me, I'm a '70's baby, yet boy
I never had no love for the swings or playin toys
I was on the mic doin my thing, just makin noise
I don't to read 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 scream David Lee Roth
Teenager in the '90's, are changin all around me
You can me if you want but I escaped, you got to find me
Hit the Minneapol', I had my whole baffled
Soon as they see you advancin, then all want to attack you
Rhymesayers massive, we built us a little
Eyedea won every battle, we should've him a statue
Every week we slayed, anywhere we seen a stage
Even with the weak DJ, we rapped every beat they played
Chewin 'em up, spittin 'em out, you never seen nobody devout
We want to spit and shout, they literally would kick us out
the spot, two o'clock when they off
We it to the block, ears throbbin, our throats soar
Hit the bus stop because we still got to more
Frozen blocks, swear to God we were so raw, oh Lord

- w/ ad libs]

[Outro - samples]
"Give it to 'em, show you, hot"
"Watch ya blow up, block up box"
"Feelin satisfaction, from the reaction"