Luyện nghe bài hát The Maestro

[maestro wes]
I can't keep still, I can't keep
I think I feel another brainstorm on
lsd, that's what I'm climbing
Not lucy in the sky with I'm rhyming
so dope and microphones smoking
Straight down your and that's why you're choking
I ain't joking, that's why you're
Rebirth, retreat, I'm rhythmn rap
Rhyming, no or recycling
A fresh to mcs I'm frightening
and fighting, stay in striking
My brainstorm's thunder and lightening
Beats go boom, sound is in
You're a joker, a riddler, I'm dr.
You say who? *echoed*
I tell you, my symphony is you and your
It's the danger using the maestro zone
Like take the long way home
I to ill, now I build
Rock like bills(? ) set up to kill
When it rains it pours, I got rhymes
Like al b., maestro is
Something's wrong, why I'm singing my song
How long will go on?
When ben clocked bronze *echoed*, they weren't
But he clocked gold, they started tagging
on the bandwagon, grinning and smiling
"3 day later" he's from the
Turn off my radio, turned up my
Day in and day out each and day you know
In ontario the same old
They didn't hype lewis just mario *echoed*
Egerton, broke in his hand
But if his name was shawn, let him hang
He be the main man, I be the
the same in the music business
'cause I'm from t-o are afraid to rate me
You underestimate
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 beat
My monologue make me a mass
Microphone mangler, boy strangler
Walk(? ) to my rhythmn rips in your wranglers
Rhymes don't fit, why you just quit
Go be a pilitician you talk 'nuff...
'nuff *echoed* 'nuff shit because my rhymes you bit
If you were a dollar bill, be counterfit, illegit
I'm a dentist, I'm going to ya
You just a cavity creep, I'm to fill ya
After this appointment, I'm going to ya
all you sucker sound so familiar
I'm go-got style, no innuendo
I I float, you know, a crecendo
Flex is upgrading, blading
a waterfall, maestro's cascading
Evervessing(? ),
I your baptize, 'cause my rhymes you're blessing
Hip hop waiter, rap
a gwan pouring out my portfolio
Squeezing, not bleak or
'cause my vernacular is of a brand
I'm the maestro, "fresh"
The maestro, "fresh"
"i was born"
A don, because I'm don won(sp? )
The missing link between tyson and the great swan
Punk, I really hate rap
I the greater wax
absolutely obsolete, like datamax *echoed*
Fiending for my rhymes, you want to get
Play me in reverse take a sip of my
A rhyme murder, snap your verte-
make you sway away, that's a word of
Wisdom, solely
To express with soul for
I may win a grammy, or a juno
But that's because I know that you know
The undisputed, one mc
No rockstar touch this poetry
I'm the maestro
The maestro, "fresh" ** repeat 'til **