Luyện nghe bài hát How Many Styles

Intro [maestro fresh
It's the move (yeah)
the power move (yeah)
Peace to the move (yeah)
It's the plan (word)

To the master (yeah)

1994 baby, the maestro like a psycho
how we do

Chorus [maestro wes]
It in with the fat, out with the wack
In the fat out with the wack
You niggas can't rap, so I want my money
Can you dig it? (I can dig it), can you dig it? (I can dig it)
In with the fat, out the wack
In with the fat out the wack
You niggas can't rap, so I want my back
Can you dig it? (I can dig it), can you dig it? (I can dig it)

[maestro fresh
Yo, I tall like hanibal adley
Hit a grand like my man don mattingly
Come if you ever try to battle me (why)
I got coming out my anal cavity
outta scarborough
Ready to blows, niggas want to quit
Wash my nuts and my
I'm on your decks, rhyming to my apex
If a nigga don't like he can bite me a latex
when I'm rhyming, heads are declining
Like brian mulroney, are resigning
Competition ain't in of me
where'd you get all thses dope rhymes from?
I know, they just come to me
You fucking with a brother
I don't and tell, but I know your baby mother
I bullshitting
Mmm, why did gill cook a mean chicken
for me to get mad check(? )
So wack motherfuckers to the left
I'm fat like a cadillac, cut like a axe
I got crazy freaks, wash from bc to
Yeah, now the is known
This alright, but now I thknk I want a xylophone
With my grown, many mics are blown
You're in the maestro
Now I gotta flow, hurdle any
to show, and clock the dough
So many try to stop the bro
But I smoke like an octago(? )
It's maestro!, fresh w-e-s big up to fly ju(? ) and my nigga big
Yes, my peeps from
I met her last summer on jamaica
Now every I made is a hit
But tell me, how many can one nigga flip?

Yeah, ha ha

[maestro fresh
From the lungs of the maestro, the funk hail the phelgm
Niggas getting everytime I begin
To bring the funk to radio to bump me
You have never let my ass into your country
Word to god, I'm hard
I'm even than tony montana with a green card
you and your demo tape
Instead of to imitate... innovate
I pull the mic but I pull cards
Bust ass plus julio down by the schoolyard
Don't try dissing me, because style is history
I'm packing more than the kernel's(sp? ) rotisserie
I bone and I injure limbs
I've come a long way like slims
I do a show with the bandstand, never met the
Chicks the big tits give me a gland stand(? )
Older broads want to jock me, elanor from fox my rock
Let me stop, and styles
Chumps to turn wild, you say you got dope
But why was your pops turnstiles
You got money *laughter*
I'm so dope, this shit's
All my jams is the
But tell me how many styles can one flip?

Outro [maestro fresh
Yeah, 1994
maestro
I want to say up to my people, scarborough
the finch, jungle, flemington park, everywhere
You what I'm saying
Toronto flavour, catching mad wrizzech in