Luyện nghe bài hát The Maestro

[maestro fresh
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 and microphones smoking
Straight down your throat and why you're 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
and fighting, stay in striking
My brainstorm's like thunder and
Beats go boom, sound is in
a joker, a riddler, I'm dr. doom
You say doctor *echoed*
I tell you, my is you and your crew
It's the danger using the maestro zone
Like supertramp the long way home
I to ill, now I build
Rock rhymes bills(? ) set up to kill
When it rains it pours, I got gallor
Like al b., is sure
Something's wrong, that's why I'm my song
How will this go on?
ben clocked bronze *echoed*, they weren't bragging
But when he gold, they started tagging
Jump on the bandwagon, and smiling
"3 day later" from the islands
off my radio, turned up my stereo
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, they'd let him
He be the main man, I be the
the same in the music business
'cause I'm from t-o y'all are afraid to 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 beat
My make me a mass murderer
Microphone mangler, boy strangler
Walk(? ) to my rhythmn raises rips in your
don't fit, why don't you just quit
Go be a pilitician you talk 'nuff...
'nuff what? *echoed* 'nuff shit 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 appointment, I'm going to bill ya
'cause all you sucker sound so
I'm go-got style, no innuendo
I I float, you know, a crecendo
is upgrading, ltd's blading
Like a waterfall, cascading
Evervessing(? ),
I vocalize your baptize, my rhymes you're blessing
Hip hop waiter, rap
Rhymes a gwan 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 really hate rap
I press the wax
You're 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, 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 okay because I know you know
The undisputed, one mc
No could touch this poetry
I'm the maestro
The maestro, "fresh" ** repeat 'til **