Luyện nghe bài hát Maybe

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

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

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

[Break - samples - w/ ad libs]
"Give it to 'em, show you, hot"
"Watch ya up, block up your 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 out when I wash it
So now you I give a damn what I'm rockin?
I wear this 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 your own problems, back to the
There's no touchin me like I ejaculated
Nope, I say "no homo"
I don't need to reinsure myself like I crashed up the
I only like pussy, sorry to be but I got to make it clear
my tongue is in your - ear (ya ear)
I lock it like Shawshank
I love rhymes but hate when I draw blanks
I feel like I'm myself, I'm overworked
And about to go berserk if I don't get this off my first

[Break - scratched samples - w/ ad
"I I ought to tell you, better get warned"
"Th-Th-There's no for alarmin, 'cause 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 need to do is the success"

[Verse 3 - Ali]
You know me, I'm a '70's baby, yet boy
I had no love for the swings or playin with toys
I was on the mic doin my thing, makin some noise
I don't need to read no magazine, I'm straight from The
You know I had a dream, one day I'd step on
stage and the ladies all scream like David Lee
in the '90's, things are changin all around me
You can hate me if you but I escaped, you got to find me
Hit the Minneapol', I had my city baffled
Soon as they see you advancin, then they all want to you
Rhymesayers massive, we built us a castle
Eyedea won every battle, we should've him a statue
Every single week we slayed, we seen a stage
Even with the weak DJ, we rapped over every they played
Chewin 'em up, spittin 'em out, you never seen nobody this
We just want to spit and shout, they literally would us out
the spot, two o'clock they closed off
We took it to the block, ears throbbin, our throats
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"