Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Mechanism

Intro [maestro fresh
When I'm kicking, the mic
we go, the mic mechanism
What I'm kicking, the mic
I'm kicking, the mic mechanism

[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
Fresh wes is on the mic mech, to catch wreck
Check the way I to the set, then I gotta jet
Heck, chicks are getting of sexual
Always getting spectacles, glueing 'em to my
Do yourself a favour don't to the (fresh guy)
tlc I put my jimmy in your (left eye)
Ain't to proud to beg, beg for
I'm gonna catch wreck, 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 amateur I'll ya
Suckers saying (naaah, dis kid can't be canada)<-showbiz?
That's what they all say, I slay
I'm 5 foot 10, but I'm a giant like my dre
The way I rock around ya, you to shift to this
a spliff to this, and like jehovah witnesses
Knock on my door, for more
Of my verbal acrobatics and my
I make the ghetto raw, I new to this
And when I see a fat I'm studious
Fresh wes is on the rhyme, showbiz is on the
mad flavour (on the mic mechanism)

[maestro wes] (d.i.t.c.)
It's a of poetry, you it's me
hoes are be saying, "please stay"
But is it no you see
It's fresh wes with the riddle
Like robin givens skins want to make the big
Hot (like a panther), always as (cancer)
Getting crazy legs, I was a break (dancer)
enhance the set (yep)
Fresh is in effect
I'm throwing billy in the ocean, kicking joan in the
'cause when I flow, I deliver
I ya my flavour, when I terrify and horrify
Like carl lewis, your shit don'e even
(so stand back and watch the man rap, on the mic)
I suckers uptight, just like a strike
>from amtrak, are sparked well
Coaching like art
Doper than a american cartel
I'm on a mission with my compositions
Kicking mad on (the mic mechanism)

When I'm kicking the mic x4

[maestro wes] (d.i.t.c.)
I'm not a captain, but chicks like to kneel to
The real steel when I reveal, say (wheel)
And eyes, be on the size 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 payin' no rent
That's on the wack, brady bunch
Leave it to beaver, tip
My bozak ain't dangerous, so stop like marley
Grip, skip to louie or dewie or ronnie
Donnie you're johnny baby, yo kick that to
The softer guys, their eyes, off the prize
So stop the lies, you're wise or ostrosize
Drop your draws, the jaws
I'm in effect like das and dmc, pause
The I kick is uncategorical
prehistorical, go check the oracle
Damn I'm
I'm on a mission with my compositions
Kicking' mad (on the mic mechanism)

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When I'm the mic mechanism x4