Luyện nghe bài hát Maybe

[Intro - Classified -
Hey, let me spit
Just give me that beat
Yeah, me that one
Uh,

1 - Classified]
All I need's a beat and two sheets of loose leaf to move me
A two piece on Tuesday and I'm groovy
needed much but papers and a few trees
To get the song flowin like the sea
Yeah I smoke doobies with groupies, whose breath smelled blue cheese or sushi
Jeez, give me a few please
I could have floozies naked like a nude beach
And I need to slip 'em any roofies (shit is too easy)
Huh, I into cougars, Judge Judy
I'm truly unique, too to "Love Lucy"
Raised on the Goonies and Bruce Lee
My is excellent, no one's gettin to me
I'm callin the shots, QB like Flutie
I'm reckless, unruly, respect you newbie
From the East coast, reppin and Newfies
I keep it fresh like the ocean and breeze

[Chorus - Brother
Maybe it's me
I keep, movin this pen like set me free
Best believe, I'm a on endlessly, let it be
I the love every breath I breathe, yes indeed

[Break - scratched samples - w/ ad
"Give it to 'em, show you, hot"
"Watch ya blow up, block up box"
"Wait-Wait-Wait to a slammin track"
"By demand, I'm back"

[Verse 2 -
Uh, now every shirt that's in my got vomit
Chocolate and baby food on it and of it comes out when I wash it
So now you think I give a damn I'm rockin?
I don't this Cincinnati hat 'cause I watch 'em
You don't need to what I do, what I think
when your girl gets around/a round she just bought us drinks
You got own problems, back to the basics
There's no touchin me like I ejaculated
Nope, I say "no homo"
I need to reinsure myself like I crashed up the Volvo
I only like pussy, to be blunt but I got to make it clear
When my is in your - ear (ya ear)
I lock it down Shawshank
I love rhymes but hate when I draw blanks
I like I'm repeatin myself, I'm overworked
And about to go berserk if I get this off my shoulders first

[Break - samples - w/ ad libs]
"I think I ought to tell you, get warned"
"Th-Th-There's no for alarmin, 'cause right now"
"On the microphone"
"The are airborne, I smell the success"

"Get on 'em"
"And my is bond"
"Th-Th-There's no need for alarmin, right now"
"On the microphone"
"What you need to do is the success"

3 - Brother Ali]
You me, I'm a '70's baby, yet '80's boy
I never had no love for the swings or playin toys
I was on the mic doin my thing, just makin noise
I don't need to read no magazine, I'm straight from The
You I always had a dream, one day I'd step on
stage and the ladies all scream like David Lee
Teenager in the '90's, things are all around me
You can hate me if you but I escaped, you got to find me
Hit the Minneapol', I had my whole baffled
as they see you advancin, then they all want to attack you
Rhymesayers massive, we us a little castle
Eyedea won battle, we should've built him a statue
Every single week we slayed, anywhere we a stage
Even with the weak DJ, we rapped over every they played
Chewin 'em up, spittin 'em out, you never seen nobody this
We just want to and shout, they literally would kick us out
the spot, two o'clock when they off
We took it to the block, ears throbbin, our throats
Hit the bus stop we still got to flow more
Frozen cold blocks, swear to God we so raw, oh Lord

[Chorus - w/ ad

- scratched samples]
"Give it to 'em, you, it's hot"
"Watch ya up, block up your box"
"Feelin satisfaction, the crowd reaction"