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
Fresh wes y'all, is on the mic
Fresh wes y'all, is on the mic
Fresh wes y'all, is on the mic

fresh wes] (d.i.t.c.)
Yo
Fresh wes is on the mic mech, trying to wreck
Check the way I step to the set, then I jet
Heck, chicks are getting of sexual
Always getting spectacles, glueing 'em to my
Do yourself a favour don't to the (fresh guy)
Like tlc I put my jimmy in (left eye)
Ain't to proud to beg, beg for
I'm gonna wreck, break a couple of necks
Cash a of checks, for the rhyme put together with the beat
(showbiz) put for, the streets and the jeeps
w-e to the s is (nice yo)
Don't say my name you going to say (maestro)
Calling me an amateur I'll ya
Suckers (naaah, dis kid can't be from canada)<-showbiz?
That's what all say, after I slay
I'm 5 foot 10, but I'm a like my brohter dre
The way I rock around ya, you want to to this
Light a spliff to this, and jehovah witnesses
Knock on my door, 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 fresh (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 to make the big toast
Hot (like a panther), always as (cancer)
Getting crazy legs, I never was a (dancer)
I'll the set (yep)
Fresh w-e-s is in
I'm throwing billy in the ocean, kicking in the river
'cause when I flow, I deliver
I ya my flavour, when I terrify and horrify
Like lewis, your shit don'e even qualify
(so stand back and watch the man rap, on the mic)
I making suckers uptight, like a strike
>from amtrak, are sparked well
like art shell
Doper than a south american
I'm on a mission with my funky
Kicking mad on (the mic mechanism)

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[maestro wes] (d.i.t.c.)
I'm not a captain, but chicks like to to feel
The real when I reveal, they 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, up your mammaries (naaah)
ain't my type of event, or how my money is spent
I babyface payin' no rent
That's on the corny wack, brady
Leave it to beaver, tip
My bozak ain't dangerous, so stop playing like
Grip, skip to another or dewie or ronnie
Donnie johnny baby, yo kick that to tommy
The softer guys, lost their eyes, off the
So stop the lies, you're or you're ostrosize
your draws, lift the jaws
Because I'm in effect like das and dmc,
The style I is uncategorical
You're prehistorical, go the oracle
Damn I'm
I'm on a mission with my compositions
Kicking' mad (on the mic mechanism)

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