Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Tune Da Mic

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[maestro] fine da mic
[showbiz] engineer you check it
[maestro] it's the maestro
and showbiz is going to wreck it

So here I come (ha), so I go (yo)
And when you hear (huh), you it's brother show
I like to rock a hundred miles, but you I'm far from running
Listen to the kicks and the snares, you know stunning
I'm coming, I came, I'm only here to ya
I left my and my hometown to fly to canada
To get a of mind and make beats on the low
And got a flow, a combo with maestro
Fresh wes, I never fess, big up to d
A.g. and my partner lord finesse, forget buckwild
know my style, don't play me like a child
Or your fam be in the front aisle, of a funeral home
Put two to your dome, so pass the
The s-h-o-w-b-i-z from 1-6-3, and a-v-e
The can't see me
Lick for lick, I change cars like brother kicks
And pick up chiocks and them to the flicks
So don't try to play big
I'll smoke you with a cripsy dollar bill
And the chump feel silly, huh
You understand where my head's at
While I made a record about liking my pockets fat
And not flat, not
And punks take it if you had ten gats
And girls play my lap bcause I made soul
I guess it's like that when you got a little

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[maestro fresh
Well I'm crushing, starts gushing when I'm bum rushing
Me and the mic is startsky and hutchin
Not a plumber but I'm guarenteed to fix farrah's
No I ever lost it, now i'mma toss it
Get off it, i'mma write, I'll role you like a tight
I might get hyper just positive on a night shift
wes is the smoothest show and prover
Like j. degar hoover, I a ? ? ? manouver
Ain't no lookin back, I throw a jam at the shack
And I can make the mack say, jack bring my hooker
I'm 'nuff props like black moon, I never wrote a wack tune
Sons take my album cover straight to the
like a wire, mc for hire
Rapper all admire, but retire, when I
Late, deducts, and da bucks
Who the hell needs luck, I got it and getting paid to fluc-
Uate my lyrics, my uncategorical, metaphorical
Makes you want to hear it, so don't it
You can't come near it, I know you it
You want to it in the front row
you know me and show can flow
We go head to head, toe to toe and for blow
We say the kind of to make the party people listen
Catching mad wreck on the mic

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Outro [maestro fresh
Yeah, how we doing it yo
Big up to my dj, ltd
to devast, never hesitate to motivate
flex, relfex, mvp yo
That's how we swing it in the
Word up wes, 1994
I'm up uhh
I'm up yeah

I forget my man chris
My man mac the fat tracks
And my man b-i-z
Aka mr. (f-a-t), we out