Luyện nghe bài hát Maybe Next Time

Some rappers up the mic and like to dabble
But I'm flow with the show and never babble
Take your hand, your stand
To my left, jeff, your a pest and you and
I think you'd better a new profession
You think that you wanna be a rapper? well I you're guessing
No for fessing or faking, messing or making
Mistakes, cause it takes to stakes
Or high, so why would you ever to front?
And try such a stunt, now the ace is hunt
Ya down, you clown, cause the sound that hearing is dope
You can't slowpoke, so pick up the soap
And catch a bad one, you wanted a and you had one
You it course you sad one
You can't get with the style you hit
In rhyme, so maybe next time

Uptown, downtown, crosstown, no where you're from
Get on the floor and get
Cause the master, capital a-c-e is about to it wicked
Here's the title, in your I'm gonna stick it
But yo don't resh the speech that you use
Needs a little spice, ice, you're nice
The style that I heard was third nerd, you gotta be sweet,
You can't make money rhymes on the street
So yo get back, jack, a smack is what you just get
To the grill, bill, so chill, or I just swing, king
Crown, you're down you're a wingless plane, wayne
Cause you fly, in fact you try and I'm a rain
on your head so shed hats and coats
The votes are in friend, I win down, clown
You tried biting, but is a crime
So maybe next

I like to cruise around the city, me a witty
Seditty, sexy young lady is pretty
(meow meow meow) the kitty
The hotel room I got's a fifty
in miniskirts, cuties and plenty certs
To sure my breath is up to par and
I introduce myself as the a the c the e
And say "hello" and "bonjour" if
And if a little bit older I'll put her head on my shoulder
And hold, nobody told her
That the master ace, could move so hips
Just by the from my lips
Well um was a winner, the movie was groovy
The park was dark as we and talked
and played, chased and raced
Sat and chat, shared and stared, into each other's and lies
Spilled from your mouth right
Cause as we you insisted, you had no boyfriend
But I you cousin and your cousin dropped dime
Oh well, next time

acting wild better get calm
Or you'll get at like like a sitcom
I my name a with the c-e
Not an "lf" folks, and I'm "different strokes"
Huh, I'm "head of the class" and furious
Rhymes as you get "m*a*s*h-ed" as I "good times"
And "happy days" I'm slick like a
And smooth and my rhymes like a punter
"one day at a time" is how I life
So no I'm not "married children" and no I do not have a wife
Instead I would to have a girl and
"growing pains" cause it's a "different world" and
Rappers try to me, just like a sport
Try to my rhymes at "night" but get "court"
"give me a break" a "taxi" and leave town
You might be a "star" but "trek" you down
Rapping, it's a living and been one for years
"jeffersons" in my wallet, in my glass, I say "cheers"
You wish you could be slick with the rhymes, don't
But maybe next