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

fresh wes] (d.i.t.c.)
Yo
Fresh wes is on the mic mech, to catch wreck
Check the way I step to the set, then I jet
Heck, chicks are kind of sexual
Always spectacles, glueing 'em to my testicle
Do yourself a favour don't to the (fresh guy)
Like tlc I put my in your (left eye)
to proud to beg, beg for this
I'm gonna catch wreck, break a of necks
a couple of checks, for the rhyme 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 name unless you to say (maestro)
Calling me an amateur damage ya
saying (naaah, dis kid can't be from 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 ya, you want to shift to this
Light a spliff to this, and like jehovah
Knock on my door, for more
Of my verbal acrobatics and my
I make the ghetto raw, I ain't new to
And I see a fat gluteus I'm studious
Fresh wes is on the rhyme, showbiz is on the
mad flavour (on the mic mechanism)

[maestro fresh (d.i.t.c.)
It's a protege of poetry, you me
Your are be saying, "please stay"
But is it no you see
funky fresh wes with the riddle
Like givens skins want to make the big toast
Hot (like a panther), always as (cancer)
Getting crazy legs, I never was a (dancer)
enhance the set (yep)
Fresh w-e-s is in
I'm billy in the ocean, kicking joan in the river
when I flow, lyrics I deliver
I give ya my flavour, when I terrify and
Like carl lewis, your shit even qualify
(so stand and watch the man rap, jack on the mic)
I making uptight, just like a strike
>from amtrak, are sparked well
Coaching art shell
Doper than a american cartel
I'm on a mission my funky compositions
mad falour on (the mic mechanism)

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[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 me, or even homogenize me
I pasterize to skim through my papes I carry thee
me for my salary, giving up your mammaries (naaah)
That ain't my of event, or how my money is spent
I ain't payin' no rent
That's on the corny wack, bunch
it to beaver, wally tip
My ain't dangerous, so stop playing like marley
Grip, skip to another or dewie or ronnie
Donnie you're johnny baby, yo kick to tommy
The softer guys, lost eyes, off the prize
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 I kick is uncategorical
prehistorical, go check the oracle
Damn I'm
I'm on a with my funky compositions
mad flavour (on the mic mechanism)

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When I'm the mic mechanism x4