Luyện nghe bài hát The Maestro

[maestro fresh
I can't still, I can't keep calm
I think I another brainstorm coming on
Pure lsd, that's I'm climbing
Not in the sky with diamonds I'm rhyming
Lyrics so dope and smoking
Straight your throat and that's why you're choking
I joking, that's why you're stifling
Rebirth, retreat, I'm rhythmn rap
Rhyming, no reurns or
A fresh to mcs I'm frightening
Funky and fighting, in striking
My brainstorm's thunder and lightening
Beats go boom, is in tune
a joker, a riddler, I'm dr. doom
You say doctor *echoed*
I tell you, my symphony is you and crew
It's the danger using the maestro zone
Like supertramp the long way home
I to ill, now I build
Rock rhymes like bills(? ) set up to
When it rains it pours, I got gallor
Like al b., maestro is
Something's wrong, that's why I'm my song
How long this go on?
When ben clocked bronze *echoed*, they bragging
But when he gold, they started tagging
Jump on the bandwagon, and smiling
"3 day later" he's the islands
Turn off my radio, up my stereo
Day in and day out each and every day you
In ontario the old scenario
They didn't hype lennox lewis mario *echoed*
Egerton, broke necks in his
But if his name was shawn, they'd let him
He be the man, I be the witness
the same in the music business
'cause I'm from t-o y'all are afraid to me
You thee
Intellect, while flex
My on the cuts ltd selects

I'm the
"fresh"
"wes"
The
"fresh"
"wes"

"fresh"
"wes"

You're a lyrical lucifer, big burgular
My monologue make me a murderer
mangler, sucker boy strangler
Walk(? ) to my raises rips in your wranglers
Rhymes fit, why don't you just quit
Go be a pilitician you talk 'nuff...
'nuff what? *echoed* 'nuff because my rhymes you bit
If you were a dollar bill, be counterfit, illegit
I'm a dentist, I'm going to ya
You a cavity creep, I'm going to fill ya
After appointment, I'm going to bill ya
'cause all you sound so familiar
I'm going style, no innuendo
I floss I float, you know, a
Flex is upgrading, ltd's
a waterfall, maestro's cascading
Evervessing(? ),
I your baptize, 'cause my rhymes you're blessing
Hip hop waiter, rap
Rhymes a gwan pouring out my
Squeezing, not or bland
'cause my is of a vintage brand
I'm the maestro, "fresh"
The maestro, "fresh"
"i was born"
A don, I'm like don won(sp? )
The missing link tyson and the great lynn swan
Punk, I really hate rap
I the greater wax
You're absolutely obsolete, like datamax
Fiending for my rhymes, you want to get
me in reverse take a sip of my redrum
A reason rhyme murder, snap your
Brae make you sway away, a word of
Wisdom, solely
To express with soul for
I may never win a grammy, or a
But that's okay because I that you know
The undisputed, one mc
No rockstar could touch poetry
'cause I'm the
The maestro, "fresh" ** repeat 'til **