Luyện nghe bài hát The Maestro

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

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

"fresh"
"wes"

You're a lyrical lucifer, big beat
My monologue me a mass murderer
Microphone mangler, sucker boy
Walk(? ) to my raises rips in your wranglers
Rhymes don't fit, why don't you quit
Go be a because you talk 'nuff...
'nuff what? *echoed* 'nuff because my rhymes you bit
If you were a bill, you'd be counterfit, illegit
I'm a dentist, I'm to drill ya
You just a cavity creep, I'm to fill ya
After this appointment, I'm going to ya
'cause all you sucker sound so
I'm going go-got style, no
I floss I float, you know, a
Flex is upgrading, blading
Like a waterfall, maestro's
Evervessing(? ),
I vocalize your baptize, my rhymes you're blessing
Hip hop waiter, rap
a gwan pouring out my portfolio
Squeezing, not or bland
'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 tyson and the lynn swan
Punk, I hate your rap
I press the wax
You're absolutely obsolete, like datamax
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 sway away, a word of
Wisdom, solely
To express with soul for
I may win a grammy, or a juno
But that's okay because I that you know
The undisputed, one mc
No could touch this poetry
I'm the maestro
The maestro, "fresh" ** 'til fade **