Luyện nghe bài hát Maybe

[Intro - - talking]
Hey, let me something
Just give me flute beat
Yeah, give me one
Uh,

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

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

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

[Verse 2 -
Uh, now every shirt that's in my got vomit
and baby food on it and none of it comes 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 what I do, what I think
when your gets around/a round like she just bought us drinks
You got your own problems, back to the
There's no touchin me I just ejaculated
Nope, I say "no homo"
I don't to reinsure myself like I crashed up the Volvo
I only pussy, sorry to be blunt but I got to make it clear
my tongue is in your - ear (ya ear)
I lock it down like
I love writin rhymes but hate I draw blanks
I feel like I'm myself, I'm overworked
And about to go berserk if I don't get off my shoulders first

[Break - samples - w/ ad libs]
"I I ought to tell you, better get warned"
"Th-Th-There's no need for alarmin, 'cause 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"

3 - Brother Ali]
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 makin some
I don't need to read no magazine, I'm straight The Source
You know I always had a dream, one day I'd on
and the ladies all scream 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 city
Soon as they see you advancin, they all want to attack you
Rhymesayers massive, we us a little castle
Eyedea won every battle, we built him a statue
Every single week we slayed, anywhere we a stage
Even with the weak DJ, we rapped over every they played
Chewin 'em up, spittin 'em out, you seen nobody this devout
We just to spit and shout, they literally would kick us out
the spot, two when they closed off
We took it to the block, throbbin, our throats soar
Hit the bus stop we still got to flow more
Frozen blocks, swear to God we were so raw, oh Lord

[Chorus - w/ ad

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