Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Mechanism

Intro [maestro wes]
I'm kicking, the mic mechanism
Here we go, the mic
What I'm kicking, the mic
What I'm kicking, the mic

[d.i.t.c.]
Fresh wes y'all, is on the mic
wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism
Fresh wes y'all, is on the mic
Fresh wes y'all, is on the mic

[maestro fresh (d.i.t.c.)
Yo
Fresh wes is on the mic mech, trying to catch
the way I step to the set, then I gotta jet
Heck, chicks are getting of sexual
Always getting spectacles, glueing 'em to my
Do yourself a don't step to the (fresh guy)
Like tlc I put my in your (left eye)
Ain't to proud to beg, beg for
I'm gonna catch wreck, break a couple of
Cash a couple of checks, for the put together with the beat
(showbiz) put together for, the streets and the
w-e to the s is (nice yo)
Don't say my unless you going to say (maestro)
Calling me an amateur I'll ya
Suckers saying (naaah, dis kid be from canada)<-showbiz?
That's what they all say, I slay
I'm 5 foot 10, but I'm a giant my brohter dre
The way I around ya, you want to shift to this
Light a spliff to this, and jehovah witnesses
on my door, beggin for more
Of my acrobatics and my metaphor
I the ghetto raw, I ain't new to this
And when I see a fat I'm studious
Fresh wes is on the rhyme, showbiz is on the
Kicking mad (on the mic mechanism)

[maestro wes] (d.i.t.c.)
It's a protege of poetry, you me
hoes are be saying, "please stay"
But is it no you see
It's funky fresh wes with the
Like robin givens skins to make the big toast
Hot (like a panther), always as (cancer)
Getting legs, I never was a break (dancer)
enhance the set (yep)
Fresh is in effect
I'm throwing billy in the ocean, joan in the river
'cause when I flow, I deliver
I ya my flavour, when I terrify and horrify
Like carl lewis, your don'e even qualify
(so stand back and watch the man rap, on the mic)
I making suckers uptight, just a strike
>from amtrak, stages are well
Coaching art shell
Doper than a south cartel
I'm on a mission with my funky
mad falour on (the mic mechanism)

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fresh wes] (d.i.t.c.)
I'm not a captain, but chicks to kneel to feel
The real when I reveal, they say (wheel)
And they eyes, be on the gee
But don't try to me, or even homogenize me
I pasterize trying to skim my papes I carry thee
Marry me for my salary, giving up mammaries (naaah)
That my type of event, or how my money is spent
I ain't babyface no rent
on the corny wack, brady bunch
Leave it to beaver, tip
My bozak ain't dangerous, so stop playing marley
Grip, skip to another louie or or ronnie
Donnie you're johnny baby, yo kick to tommy
The softer guys, lost their eyes, off the
So stop the lies, you're wise or ostrosize
your draws, lift the jaws
Because I'm in like das and dmc, pause
The style I kick is
You're prehistorical, go the oracle
I'm metaphorical
I'm on a mission with my funky
Kicking' mad (on the mic mechanism)

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