Luyện nghe bài hát The Maestro

[maestro wes]
I can't still, I can't keep calm
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 your throat and that's why you're choking
I ain't joking, that's why stifling
Rebirth, retreat, I'm rap rifling
Rhyming, no or recycling
A fresh batch to mcs I'm
and fighting, stay in striking
My brainstorm's thunder and lightening
Beats go boom, sound is in
a joker, a riddler, I'm dr. doom
You say doctor *echoed*
I tell you, my symphony is you and crew
It's the dome using the maestro zone
Like supertramp take the long way
I to ill, now I build
Rock like bills(? ) set up to kill
When it it pours, I got rhymes gallor
al b., maestro is sure
Something's wrong, that's why I'm my song
How long will go on?
ben clocked bronze *echoed*, they weren't bragging
But when he clocked gold, they 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 every day you
In ontario the same old
They didn't hype lennox lewis mario *echoed*
Egerton, broke necks in his
But if his name was shawn, let him hang
He be the main man, I be the
It's the in the music business
'cause I'm t-o y'all are afraid to rate me
You underestimate
Intellect, while farly
My on the cuts ltd selects

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

"fresh"
"wes"

You're a lucifer, big beat burgular
My monologue make me a mass
mangler, sucker boy strangler
Walk(? ) to my rhythmn raises rips in wranglers
Rhymes don't fit, why you just quit
Go be a pilitician because you '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 going to ya
You a cavity creep, I'm going to fill ya
After this appointment, I'm to bill ya
'cause all you sucker so familiar
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 your baptize, 'cause my rhymes you're blessing
Hip hop waiter, rap
Rhymes a pouring out my portfolio
Squeezing, not bleak or
'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 hate your rap
I press the wax
You're absolutely obsolete, like *echoed*
Fiending for my rhymes, you to get some
me in reverse take a sip of my redrum
A rhyme murder, snap your verte-
Brae make you sway away, a word of
Wisdom, solely
To express soul for w-e-s
I may win a grammy, or a juno
But that's okay I know that you know
The undisputed, one mc
No rockstar could this poetry
'cause I'm the
The maestro, "fresh" ** 'til fade **