Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Tune Da Mic

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[maestro] tune da mic
engineer won't you check it
[maestro] it's the brother
and showbiz is going to wreck it

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

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[maestro wes]
Well I'm crushing, blood starts gushing when I'm bum
Me and the mic is startsky and hutchin
Not a plumber but I'm guarenteed to fix faucet
No I never lost it, now i'mma toss it
Get off it, i'mma write, I'll role you a tight spliff
I get hyper just like positive on a night shift
Fresh wes is the smoothest show and
Like j. degar hoover, I make a ? ? ?
Ain't no lookin back, I a jam at the sugar shack
And I can make the mack say, jack my hooker back
I'm getting 'nuff props black moon, I never wrote a wack tune
Sons take my album cover straight to the
Live 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 made and paid to fluc-
my lyrics, my uncategorical, metaphorical flow
Makes you want to hear it, so compare it
You can't come near it, I know you it
You to jeer it in the front row
you know me and show can flow
We go head to head, toe to toe and blow for
We say the kind of rhymes to make the people listen
Catching mad on the mic mechanism

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

I can't forget my man
My man mac the fat tracks
And my man show
Aka mr. (f-a-t), we out