Luyện nghe bài hát The Mic's My Piece

** intro/skit **

[maestro fresh
I'm a ruler, how I reign
I do to rap what the mona lisa to the frame
Rid 'em and written, my are like rodeo
I ain't kiddin', they jock my
it wise, hit the studio
Rock international, now they call me
Mcs have died, becuase I have them
Some older me but yet children
Some veterans knew the
Because rap is not a joke, this for real
Sucker cuss me, females rush me
When I off the set, my homeboys they me
Wes, you ate 'em up like a
No need to use an uzi, when the mic's my

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

[maestro wes]
Some use a uzi, some a
You test 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 like a hoops to isaiah
The player, the pimp that mcs are
get decked like clay decked liston

Where did the come from?
Was it before, or after the
Ltd be the referee
Saying 'punk tell me how many fingers you
The m-i-c is my
The maestro no mc
a beast I beat while my rhymes release
I can say *bang* my mic's my
A bag of lsd and my dj needles
Lyrical dope my group ain't
Zero degrees centigrade, thirty-two
Cold getting paid if a parasite
Paraphrase, to parallel you're
You're paranoid, you play my record, you
I paragon, the vocabulist
Lyrical ? ? ? ? ? ? paragraph can't handle
Move, you might get
There's a method ot my madness, mock my monologue
I'm like a beast my rhyme's released, like a sayss(? )
*bang* my mic's my piece

[maestro fresh
I walk around looking at these clowns
Thinking about my cold build to brown
I the coloured clown, this is what I mean
I'm not american, my hundred dollar bill ain't
I'm from north of the border, keep it in
Beats like the freak from the quarter
Though I'm down the t-o scene
I hang with no polo team
No charade, a parade I'm to envade
X-rate, excess, this escapade
I fancy girl like she don't
the dip, watch the exorcist
Extreme 360, will snap
She wrote my rhythmn, received the
Executed, extracted, she's
To the maestro, uhh,
In distress, she's
Be jocking and still jacking, you must be kid
That's why allow the to rap
The aftermath, the of paragraph
Every title you held stripped off
Love torn ego with a up lip
I start firing I never cease
I get hyped, when *bang* the my piece

[maestro fresh

Like franklin, columbo, I'm
I can run so low, try to my status
Don't they know how long I've at this
me a new jack, that's a dis
New jacks don't 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 you're
'cause I'm exploding nitroglycerine
If I was from new
I know you would, have rocked to my rhythmn, years ago
I had to try a little harder the average
Just to get a break, but now I'm damage
Think you're a star, sorry charlie
Got beef? talk to
'cause I manifest is a masterpiece
Dope are released when the mic's my piece

Some carry knives some guns
2000 in the channel trying to be number one
serious, flexing posing
You rub shoulders, on toes and it's *bang* over
You get shafted
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Too many want to brawl, I I heard it all
Hip hop kept alive, gave prefer to ball
want to party, but some do
I propagate one of the brothers from my high school
Real sad funeral, ask any
I speak know this before quadruple
Some minds are so shallow, roads are so
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 lyrics will
So roll bethoveen 'cause the b-boy's blastin'
Show pen gay, I leave you in awe
This could bust an orchestra
I'm the maestro, my can't cease
Too damn hype! *bang* when the my piece