Luyện nghe bài hát The Mic's My Piece

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[maestro fresh
I'm a ruler, that's how I
I do to rap what the mona lisa to the frame
Rid 'em and written, my rhymes are rodeo
I ain't kiddin', they jock my
Played it wise, hit the
Rock international, now call me julio
Mcs have died, I have killed them
older than me but yet children
Some veterans the fear
Because rap is not a joke, game's for real
Sucker boys me, females rush me
When I off the set, my they touch me
Wes, you ate 'em up like a
No need to use an uzi, the mic's my piece

"bang on"
"i'm mc"
"bang on"
"i'm mc"
"bang on"
"i'm mc"
** by dj ltd **

[maestro fresh
Some use a uzi, a machete
You wanna fresh wes, well I'm ready
The is a magnum, the rhyme is a bullet
The mic that's a *bang* and I pull it
Too late for prayer, dee is a
Wes rocks the mics a hoops to isaiah
The player, the pimp that mcs are
You'll get decked like clay decked

Where did the come from?
Was it before, or the drum
Ltd be the referee
'punk tell me how many fingers you see'
The is my p-i-e-c-e
The needs no mc
Like a beast I while my rhymes release
I can say *bang* my mic's my
A bag of lsd and my dj does
Lyrical dope my group feeble
Zero degrees centigrade, farenheit
Cold getting paid if you're a
Paraphrase, to parallel paralyze
You're paranoid, you play my record, you
I paragon, the vocabulist
Lyrical ? ? ? ? ? ? paragraph can't this
Move, you get mobbed
There's a method ot my madness, mock my monologue
I'm like a when my rhyme's released, like a sayss(? )
*bang* my mic's my piece

[maestro fresh
I walk around town looking at clowns
Thinking about my crisp build to brown
I sweat the coloured clown, this is what I
I'm not american, my dollar bill ain't green
I'm from north of the border, it in order
Beats like the freak from the latin
Though I'm down the t-o scene
I don't hang with no team
No charade, a parade I'm here to
X-rate, excess, escalate this
I fancy girl like she don't
the dip, watch the exorcist
Extreme 360, will snap
She my rhythmn, received the whiplash
Executed, extracted, attracted
To the maestro, uhh,
In distress, she's
Be jocking and still jacking, you must be kid
That's why the sultan to rap
The aftermath, the bloodbath of
Every you held been stripped off
Love torn ego a busted up lip
When I start I never cease
I get hyped, when the mic's my piece

[maestro fresh

Like franklin, columbo, I'm
I can run so low, try to obtain my
Don't they know how long I've at this
me a new jack, that's a dis
New jacks rock like this
That's to me, don't say a word to me
I'm from t-o that's why you dun of me
Yesterday, but now listening
I'm exploding like nitroglycerine
If I was new york
I you would, have rocked to my rhythmn, five years ago
I had to try a little harder than the
to get a break, but now I'm doing damage
Think that you're a star, sorry
Got beef? to farley
what I manifest is a masterpiece
Dope rhymes are released when the my piece

Some carry knives some carry
2000 brothers in the channel trying to be one
serious, flexing posing
You rub shoulders, step on and it's *bang* over
You might get
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Too many to brawl, I think I heard it all
Hip hop kept niggas alive, gave to ball
want to party, but some do
I propagate one of the brothers from my high school
Real sad funeral, ask any
I know this before this quadruple
minds are so shallow, roads are so narrow
Follow my ? ? ? ? before you're blunt like
The mic is my weapon, with it I ain't
No half stepping, I'm
Even when I die these will last
So roll bethoveen 'cause the b-boy's blastin'
Show pen another gay, I you in awe
This array bust an orchestra
I'm the maestro, my symphony can't
Too damn hype! *bang* when the my piece