Luyện nghe bài hát The Maestro

[maestro wes]
I can't keep still, I can't calm
I I feel another brainstorm coming on
lsd, that's what I'm climbing
Not lucy in the sky diamonds I'm rhyming
Lyrics so dope and microphones
Straight down your and that's why you're choking
I ain't joking, why you're stifling
Rebirth, retreat, I'm rhythmn rap
Rhyming, no reurns or
A fresh to mcs I'm frightening
Funky and fighting, in striking
My brainstorm's thunder and lightening
Beats go boom, is in tune
a joker, a riddler, I'm dr. doom
You say doctor who?
I tell you, my symphony is you and your
the danger dome using the maestro zone
Like supertramp take the long way
I used to ill, now I
Rock rhymes bills(? ) set up to kill
When it it pours, I got rhymes gallor
Like al b., is sure
Something's wrong, that's why I'm my song
How long this go on?
When ben bronze *echoed*, they weren't bragging
But he clocked gold, they started tagging
Jump on the bandwagon, grinning and
"3 day later" he's the islands
Turn off my radio, turned up my
Day in and day out each and every day you
In ontario the same old
They didn't hype lewis just mario *echoed*
Egerton, necks in his hand
But if his was shawn, they'd let him hang
He be the main man, I be the
It's the same in the music
'cause I'm from t-o y'all are afraid to me
You thee
Intellect, farly flex
My rhymes on the cuts ltd

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

"fresh"
"wes"

You're a lucifer, big beat burgular
My monologue make me a mass
Microphone mangler, boy strangler
Walk(? ) to my rhythmn rips in your wranglers
Rhymes don't fit, why don't you just
Go be a because you talk 'nuff...
'nuff what? 'nuff shit because my rhymes you bit
If you were a bill, you'd be counterfit, illegit
I'm a dentist, I'm to drill ya
You just a creep, I'm going to fill ya
After this appointment, I'm going to ya
all you sucker sound so familiar
I'm go-got style, no innuendo
I floss I float, you know, a
Flex is upgrading, ltd's
Like a waterfall, maestro's
Evervessing(? ),
I your baptize, 'cause my rhymes you're blessing
Hip hop waiter, rap
Rhymes a gwan out my portfolio
Squeezing, not bleak or
'cause my is of a vintage brand
I'm the maestro, "fresh"
The maestro, "fresh"
"i was born"
A don, because I'm don won(sp? )
The missing link tyson and the great lynn swan
Punk, I hate your rap
I the greater wax
absolutely obsolete, like datamax *echoed*
Fiending for my rhymes, you want to get
Play me in reverse take a sip of my
A reason rhyme murder, your verte-
Brae you sway away, that's a word of
Wisdom, expressed
To express soul for w-e-s
I may win a grammy, or a juno
But that's okay I know that you know
The undisputed, one mc
No rockstar touch this poetry
I'm the maestro
The maestro, "fresh" ** 'til fade **