Luyện nghe bài hát Maybe

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

[Verse 1 -
All I need's a flute beat and two sheets of loose to move me
A two piece on Toony Tuesday and I'm
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 like blue or sushi
Jeez, give me a few feet
I could have these naked like a nude beach
And I don't to slip 'em any roofies (shit is too easy)
Huh, I ain't into cougars, Judy
I'm truly unique, too 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 Doug Flutie
I'm reckless, unruly, this you newbie
From the coast, reppin Scotians and Newfies
I keep it fresh like the ocean and cool

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

[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 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 don't wear this Cincinnati hat I watch 'em
You don't need to what I do, what I think
when girl gets around/a round like she just bought us drinks
You got your own problems, to the basics
no touchin me like I just ejaculated
Nope, I say "no homo"
I don't need to myself like I crashed up the Volvo
I only like pussy, to be blunt but I got to make it clear
When my tongue is in - ear (ya ear)
I it down like Shawshank
I love rhymes but hate when I draw blanks
I feel like I'm repeatin myself, I'm
And about to go if I don't get this 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 elements are airborne, I the success"

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

[Verse 3 - Ali]
You know me, I'm a baby, yet '80's boy
I never had no love for the swings or playin toys
I was on the mic doin my thing, makin some noise
I need to read no magazine, I'm straight from The Source
You I always had a dream, one day I'd step on
stage and the ladies all scream like David Lee
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 see you advancin, then they all want to attack you
Rhymesayers massive, we us a little castle
Eyedea won every battle, we should've built him a
Every 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 literally would us out
the spot, two o'clock when they off
We took it to the block, ears throbbin, our throats
Hit the bus stop because we still got to flow
Frozen cold blocks, to God we were so raw, oh Lord

[Chorus - w/ ad

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