Luyện nghe bài hát Maybe

[Intro - Classified -
Hey, let me something
Just give me that flute
Yeah, me that one
Uh,

[Verse 1 -
All I need's a beat and two sheets of loose leaf to move me
A two piece on Toony Tuesday and I'm
needed much but papers and a few trees
To get the flowin like the blue sea
Yeah I smoke doobies with groupies, whose 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 to slip 'em any roofies (shit is too easy)
Huh, I ain't into cougars, Judge
I'm unique, too young to "Love Lucy"
Raised on the Goonies and Bruce Lee
My is excellent, no one's gettin to me
I'm callin the shots, QB Doug Flutie
I'm reckless, unruly, respect this you
From the East coast, Scotians and Newfies
I it fresh like the ocean and cool breeze

[Chorus - Ali]
Maybe it's me
I keep, this pen like it'll set me free
believe, I'm a flow on endlessly, let it be
I feel the love every I breathe, yes indeed

- scratched 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 every that's in my closet got vomit
Chocolate and baby food on it and none of it comes out when I it
So now you think I give a damn I'm rockin?
I wear this Cincinnati hat 'cause I watch 'em
You don't to worry what I do, what I think
when your girl gets around/a round like she just bought us
You got your own problems, back to the
There's no touchin me like I just
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
When my is in your - ear (ya ear)
I it down like Shawshank
I love writin rhymes but hate I draw blanks
I like I'm repeatin myself, I'm overworked
And to go berserk if I don't get this off my shoulders first

- scratched samples - w/ ad libs]
"I I ought to tell 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, right 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 swings or with toys
I was on the mic doin my thing, just some noise
I don't need to read no magazine, I'm straight from The
You know I always had a dream, one day I'd on
stage and the ladies all scream like Lee Roth
Teenager in the '90's, things are all around me
You can hate me if you want but I escaped, you got to me
Hit the Minneapol', I had my whole baffled
as they see you advancin, then they all want to attack you
Rhymesayers massive, we us a little castle
Eyedea won every battle, we should've him a statue
Every single week we slayed, anywhere we a stage
Even with the weak DJ, we rapped over beat they played
Chewin 'em up, spittin 'em out, you never seen nobody devout
We just want to spit and shout, they literally kick us out
the spot, two o'clock when closed off
We took it to the block, throbbin, our throats soar
Hit the bus stop we still got to flow more
Frozen cold blocks, to God we were so raw, oh Lord

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[Outro - scratched
"Give it to 'em, you, it's hot"
"Watch ya blow up, up your box"
"Feelin satisfaction, from the reaction"