Luyện nghe bài hát The Maestro

[maestro fresh
I can't keep still, I can't keep
I think I feel another coming on
lsd, that's what I'm climbing
Not lucy in the sky diamonds I'm rhyming
so dope and microphones smoking
Straight down your and that's why you're choking
I joking, that's why you're stifling
Rebirth, retreat, I'm rap rifling
Rhyming, no reurns or
A batch to mcs I'm frightening
Funky and fighting, stay in
My brainstorm's like thunder and
go boom, sound is in tune
You're a joker, a riddler, I'm dr.
You say doctor *echoed*
I tell you, my symphony is you and crew
the danger dome using the maestro zone
Like take the long way home
I used to ill, now I
Rock rhymes bills(? ) set up to kill
When it rains it pours, I got gallor
Like al b., maestro is
Something's wrong, that's why I'm singing my
How long will go on?
When ben clocked bronze *echoed*, they bragging
But when he clocked gold, they tagging
Jump on the bandwagon, grinning and
"3 day later" he's the islands
Turn off my radio, turned up my
Day in and day out each and day you know
In ontario the old scenario
They didn't lennox lewis just mario *echoed*
Egerton, necks in his hand
But if his name was shawn, let him hang
He be the main man, I be the
It's the same in the music
'cause I'm from t-o are afraid to rate me
You thee
Intellect, while flex
My rhymes on the ltd selects

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

"fresh"
"wes"

You're a lucifer, big beat burgular
My monologue me a mass murderer
Microphone mangler, boy strangler
Walk(? ) to my rhythmn raises rips in wranglers
Rhymes don't fit, why you just quit
Go be a pilitician you talk 'nuff...
'nuff what? *echoed* 'nuff shit because my you bit
If you were a dollar bill, you'd be counterfit,
I'm a dentist, I'm going to ya
You just a cavity creep, I'm to fill ya
After this appointment, I'm to bill ya
'cause all you sucker sound so
I'm going go-got style, no
I I float, you know, a crecendo
Flex is upgrading, ltd's
Like a waterfall, maestro's
Evervessing(? ),
I vocalize your baptize, 'cause my you're blessing
Hip hop waiter, rap
Rhymes a gwan out my portfolio
Squeezing, not bleak or
'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 between and the great lynn swan
Punk, I hate your rap
I the greater wax
You're obsolete, like datamax *echoed*
Fiending for my rhymes, you want to get
Play me in reverse a sip of my redrum
A reason rhyme murder, snap your
Brae make you sway away, a word of
Wisdom, expressed
To express soul for w-e-s
I may never win a grammy, or a
But that's okay because I know that you
The undisputed, one mc
No could touch this poetry
I'm the maestro
The maestro, "fresh" ** repeat fade **