Luyện nghe bài hát The Maestro

[maestro wes]
I can't keep still, I can't calm
I think I feel another coming on
lsd, that's what I'm climbing
Not lucy in the sky with I'm rhyming
Lyrics so dope and smoking
down your throat and that's why you're choking
I joking, that's why you're stifling
Rebirth, retreat, I'm rap rifling
Rhyming, no or recycling
A fresh to mcs I'm frightening
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 your
It's the danger dome using the maestro
supertramp take the long way home
I to ill, now I build
rhymes like bills(? ) set up to kill
When it rains it pours, I got rhymes
Like al b., maestro is
wrong, that's why I'm singing my song
How will this go on?
When ben clocked bronze *echoed*, weren't bragging
But when he clocked gold, they started
Jump on the bandwagon, grinning and
"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 lennox lewis just *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 y'all are to rate me
You underestimate
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 burgular
My make me a mass murderer
Microphone mangler, sucker boy
Walk(? ) to my rhythmn raises in your wranglers
don't fit, why don't you just quit
Go be a pilitician because you '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 this appointment, I'm going to ya
all you sucker sound so familiar
I'm going go-got style, no
I floss I float, you know, a
Flex is upgrading, blading
Like a waterfall, cascading
Evervessing(? ),
I vocalize your baptize, 'cause my rhymes you're
Hip hop waiter, rap
Rhymes a pouring out my portfolio
Squeezing, not bleak or
my vernacular 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 between tyson and the great lynn swan
Punk, I hate your rap
I the greater wax
absolutely obsolete, like datamax *echoed*
Fiending for my rhymes, you to get some
Play me in take a sip of my redrum
A reason rhyme murder, snap your
Brae make you away, that's a word of
Wisdom, expressed
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 touch this
I'm the maestro
The maestro, "fresh" ** repeat 'til **