Luyện nghe bài hát The Maestro

[maestro wes]
I can't keep still, I keep calm
I think I feel another brainstorm on
Pure lsd, what I'm climbing
Not in the sky with diamonds I'm rhyming
Lyrics so dope and smoking
Straight down your throat and that's why you're
I ain't joking, that's why stifling
Rebirth, retreat, I'm rhythmn rap
Rhyming, no reurns or
A fresh to mcs I'm frightening
Funky and fighting, in striking
My like thunder and lightening
go boom, sound is in tune
You're a joker, a riddler, I'm dr.
You say who? *echoed*
I tell you, my symphony is you and crew
It's the danger using the maestro zone
supertramp take the long way home
I used to ill, now I
Rock rhymes like bills(? ) set up to
it rains it pours, I got rhymes gallor
Like al b., is sure
Something's wrong, that's why I'm singing my
How long will go on?
When ben clocked bronze *echoed*, they weren't
But when he clocked gold, they started
on the bandwagon, grinning and smiling
"3 day later" from the islands
off my radio, turned up my stereo
Day in and day out and every day you know
In ontario the same old
They didn't hype lewis just mario *echoed*
Egerton, broke necks in his
But if his name was shawn, let him hang
He be the man, I be the witness
It's the same in the business
'cause I'm from t-o y'all are afraid to me
You underestimate
Intellect, while farly
My on the cuts ltd selects

I'm the
"fresh"
"wes"
The
"fresh"
"wes"

"fresh"
"wes"

You're a lyrical lucifer, big beat
My monologue make me a murderer
mangler, sucker boy strangler
Walk(? ) to my raises rips in your wranglers
Rhymes fit, why don't you just quit
Go be a because you talk 'nuff...
'nuff what? *echoed* 'nuff shit my rhymes you bit
If you were a dollar bill, be counterfit, illegit
I'm a dentist, I'm going to ya
You just a cavity creep, I'm going to ya
After this appointment, I'm to bill ya
'cause all you sound so familiar
I'm go-got style, no innuendo
I floss I float, you know, a
is upgrading, ltd's blading
Like a waterfall, maestro's
Evervessing(? ),
I your baptize, 'cause my rhymes you're blessing
Hip hop waiter, rap
Rhymes a pouring out my portfolio
Squeezing, not or bland
'cause my vernacular is of a vintage
I'm the maestro, "fresh"
The maestro, "fresh"
"i was born"
A don, I'm like don won(sp? )
The missing link tyson and the great lynn swan
Punk, I hate your rap
I press the wax
You're absolutely obsolete, like *echoed*
for my rhymes, you want to get some
Play me in reverse a sip of my redrum
A rhyme murder, snap your verte-
make you sway away, that's a word of
Wisdom, solely
To express with soul for
I may win a grammy, or a juno
But that's okay I know that you know
The undisputed, one mc
No could touch this poetry
I'm the maestro
The maestro, "fresh" ** repeat fade **