Luyện nghe bài hát The Maestro

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

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

"fresh"
"wes"

You're a lyrical lucifer, big beat
My monologue make me a murderer
mangler, sucker boy strangler
Walk(? ) to my raises rips in your wranglers
Rhymes don't fit, why you just quit
Go be a pilitician you talk 'nuff...
'nuff what? *echoed* 'nuff shit my rhymes you bit
If you were a bill, you'd be counterfit, illegit
I'm a dentist, I'm to drill ya
You just a cavity creep, I'm going to ya
this appointment, I'm going to bill ya
'cause all you sucker sound so
I'm going go-got style, no
I floss I float, you know, a
is upgrading, ltd's blading
Like a waterfall, cascading
Evervessing(? ),
I vocalize your baptize, 'cause my you're blessing
Hip hop waiter, rap
Rhymes a gwan out my portfolio
Squeezing, not or bland
'cause my vernacular is of a vintage
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 hate your rap
I press the wax
You're absolutely obsolete, like *echoed*
Fiending for my rhymes, you want to get
Play me in reverse take a sip of my
A reason murder, snap your verte-
make you sway away, that's a word of
Wisdom, expressed
To express with soul for
I may win a grammy, or a juno
But that's okay because I know you know
The undisputed, one mc
No rockstar could touch poetry
'cause I'm the
The maestro, "fresh" ** repeat fade **