Luyện nghe bài hát The Maestro

[maestro fresh
I can't still, I can't keep calm
I I feel another brainstorm coming on
Pure lsd, that's what I'm
Not in the sky with diamonds I'm rhyming
Lyrics so dope and microphones
Straight down your throat and that's why choking
I ain't joking, why you're stifling
Rebirth, retreat, I'm rap rifling
Rhyming, no reurns or
A fresh batch to mcs I'm
Funky and fighting, stay in
My brainstorm's like and lightening
go boom, sound is in tune
You're a joker, a riddler, I'm dr.
You say who? *echoed*
I tell you, my symphony is you and crew
the danger dome using the maestro zone
Like take the long way home
I to ill, now I build
Rock rhymes bills(? ) set up to kill
When it it pours, I got rhymes gallor
Like al b., maestro is
Something's wrong, why I'm singing my song
How long this go on?
When ben bronze *echoed*, they weren't bragging
But when he clocked gold, they tagging
Jump on the bandwagon, grinning and
"3 day later" from the islands
Turn off my radio, turned up my
Day in and day out each and day you know
In ontario the old scenario
didn't hype lennox lewis just 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 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 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 don't you just
Go be a pilitician you talk 'nuff...
'nuff what? *echoed* shit because my rhymes you bit
If you a dollar bill, you'd be counterfit, illegit
I'm a dentist, I'm to drill ya
You just a creep, I'm going to fill ya
After this appointment, I'm going to ya
'cause all you sound so familiar
I'm go-got style, no innuendo
I floss I float, you know, a
is upgrading, ltd's blading
Like a waterfall, cascading
Evervessing(? ),
I vocalize your baptize, 'cause my rhymes you're
Hip hop waiter, rap
a gwan pouring out my portfolio
Squeezing, not or bland
my vernacular is of a vintage 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 lynn
Punk, I really your rap
I press the wax
You're absolutely obsolete, like *echoed*
Fiending for my rhymes, you want to get
Play me in reverse a sip of my redrum
A reason murder, snap your verte-
Brae make you sway away, a word of
Wisdom, solely
To with soul for w-e-s
I may win a grammy, or a juno
But that's okay because I know that you
The undisputed, one mc
No rockstar touch this poetry
I'm the maestro
The maestro, "fresh" ** repeat fade **