Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Mechanism

Intro [maestro wes]
I'm kicking, the mic mechanism
Here we go, the mic
I'm kicking, the mic mechanism
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
wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism

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

[maestro fresh (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 wes with the riddle
Like robin givens skins to make the big toast
Hot (like a panther), serious as (cancer)
crazy legs, I never was a break (dancer)
I'll the set (yep)
Fresh w-e-s is in
I'm throwing billy in the ocean, kicking joan in the
'cause I flow, lyrics I deliver
I ya my flavour, when I terrify and horrify
Like carl lewis, your don'e even qualify
(so stand back and the man rap, jack on the mic)
I making suckers uptight, like a strike
>from amtrak, stages are sparked
Coaching art shell
than a south american cartel
I'm on a mission with my compositions
Kicking mad on (the mic mechanism)

When I'm the mic mechanism x4

[maestro fresh (d.i.t.c.)
I'm not a captain, but chicks to kneel to feel
The steel when I reveal, they say (wheel)
And they eyes, be on the gee
But don't try to milk me, or even me
I pasterize trying to skim my papes I carry thee
Marry me for my salary, giving up your (naaah)
That ain't my of event, or how my money is spent
I ain't babyface no rent
That's on the wack, brady bunch
Leave it to beaver, tip
My bozak ain't dangerous, so stop playing marley
Grip, to another louie or dewie or ronnie
Donnie you're johnny baby, yo kick that to
The softer guys, their eyes, off the prize
So the lies, you're wise or you're ostrosize
Drop your draws, the jaws
I'm in effect like das and dmc, pause
The style I is uncategorical
prehistorical, go check the oracle
Damn I'm
I'm on a mission with my compositions
mad flavour (on the mic mechanism)

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When I'm kicking the mic x4