Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Mechanism

Intro [maestro fresh
When I'm kicking, the mic
Here we go, the mic
I'm kicking, the mic mechanism
What I'm kicking, the mic

[d.i.t.c.]
Fresh wes y'all, is on the mic
Fresh wes y'all, is on the mic
Fresh wes y'all, is on the mic
wes y'all, is on the mic mechanism

[maestro wes] (d.i.t.c.)
Yo
wes is on the mic mech, trying to catch wreck
Check the way I step to the set, I gotta jet
Heck, chicks are getting of sexual
getting spectacles, glueing 'em to my testicle
Do yourself a favour step to the (fresh guy)
Like tlc I put my jimmy in (left eye)
to proud to beg, beg for this
I'm gonna wreck, break a couple of necks
Cash a couple of checks, for the rhyme put together the beat
(showbiz) put for, the streets and the jeeps
w-e to the s is (nice yo)
Don't say my name you going to say (maestro)
Calling me an amateur damage ya
Suckers (naaah, dis kid can't be from canada)<-showbiz?
what they all say, after I slay
I'm 5 10, but I'm a giant like my brohter dre
The way I rock around ya, you want to to this
a spliff to this, and like jehovah witnesses
Knock on my door, beggin for
Of my verbal and my metaphor
I make the raw, I ain't new to this
And when I see a fat gluteus I'm
Fresh wes is on the rhyme, is on the rhythmn
Kicking mad (on the mic mechanism)

[maestro wes] (d.i.t.c.)
It's a protege of poetry, you me
hoes are be saying, "please stay"
But is it no you see
It's fresh wes with the riddle
Like givens skins want to make the big toast
Hot (like a panther), serious as (cancer)
Getting crazy legs, I never was a (dancer)
enhance the set (yep)
Fresh w-e-s is in
I'm throwing billy in the ocean, kicking in the river
'cause I flow, lyrics I deliver
I ya my flavour, when I terrify and horrify
Like carl lewis, your shit don'e even
(so stand back and the man rap, jack on the mic)
I making suckers uptight, like a strike
>from amtrak, are sparked well
Coaching art shell
Doper than a south cartel
I'm on a mission with my compositions
mad falour on (the mic mechanism)

When I'm the mic mechanism x4

[maestro wes] (d.i.t.c.)
I'm not a captain, but chicks like to to feel
The real steel when I reveal, say (wheel)
And eyes, be on the size gee
But don't try to milk me, or even me
I pasterize to skim through my papes I carry thee
me for my salary, giving up your mammaries (naaah)
That ain't my type of event, or how my money is
I ain't babyface payin' no
That's on the corny wack, bunch
Leave it to beaver, tip
My bozak dangerous, so stop playing like marley
Grip, skip to another louie or or ronnie
you're johnny baby, yo kick that to tommy
The softer guys, lost their eyes, off the
So stop the lies, wise or you're ostrosize
Drop your draws, lift the
I'm in effect like das and dmc, pause
The I kick is uncategorical
You're prehistorical, go the oracle
I'm metaphorical
I'm on a mission with my compositions
mad flavour (on the mic mechanism)

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When I'm the mic mechanism x4