Luyện nghe bài hát The Mic's My Piece

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[maestro fresh
I'm a ruler, that's how I
I do to rap what the mona does to the frame
Rid 'em and written, my rhymes are like
I kiddin', they jock my portfolio
Played it wise, hit the
Rock international, now call me julio
Mcs died, becuase I have killed them
older than me but yet children
Some veterans knew the
rap is not a joke, this game's for real
Sucker cuss me, females rush me
When I off the set, my they touch me
Wes, you ate 'em up a feast
No need to use an uzi, when the my piece

"bang on"
"i'm mc"
"bang on"
"i'm mc"
"bang on"
"i'm mc"
** by dj ltd **

[maestro wes]
use a uzi, some a machete
You test fresh wes, well I'm ready
The mind is a magnum, the is a bullet
The mic that's a trigger and I pull it
Too for prayer, dee is a slayer
Wes rocks the mics like a to isaiah
The player, the pimp mcs are risking
You'll get like clay decked liston

Where did the punch come
Was it before, or after the
Ltd be the referee
Saying 'punk tell me how many fingers you
The is my p-i-e-c-e
The needs no mc
Like a beast I while my rhymes release
I can say *bang* my mic's my
A bag of lsd and my dj needles
Lyrical my group ain't feeble
Zero centigrade, thirty-two farenheit
Cold getting paid if you're a
Paraphrase, to parallel paralyze
paranoid, you play my record, you plagerize
I paragon, the vocabulist
Lyrical ? ? ? ? ? ? paragraph handle this
Move, you get mobbed
There's a ot my madness, don't mock my monologue
I'm like a when my rhyme's released, like a sayss(? )
*bang* 'cause my mic's my

[maestro wes]
I walk around town looking at these
Thinking my cold crisp build to brown
I sweat the coloured clown, is what I mean
I'm not american, my hundred dollar ain't green
I'm from north of the border, keep it in
Beats the freak from the latin quarter
Though I'm down the t-o scene
I don't with no polo team
No charade, a parade I'm to envade
X-rate, excess, escalate escapade
I fancy girl like she exist
Exercise the dip, watch the
Extreme 360, necks snap
She wrote my rhythmn, the whiplash
Executed, extracted, she's
To the maestro, uhh,
In distress, she's
Be jocking and still jacking, you be wack kid
That's why the sultan to rap
The aftermath, the bloodbath of
Every you held been stripped off
Love ego with a busted up lip
When I firing I never cease
I get hyped, *bang* the mic's my piece

[maestro fresh

Like franklin, columbo, I'm
I can run so low, try to my status
Don't they know how I've been at this
Call me a new jack, a dis
New jacks don't rock like
That's absurb to me, say a word to me
I'm from t-o why you dun heard of me
Yesterday, but now you're
'cause I'm exploding nitroglycerine
If I was from new
I know you would, have rocked to my rhythmn, five ago
I had to try a harder than the average
Just to get a break, but now I'm damage
Think that you're a star, sorry
Got beef? to farley
'cause what I is a masterpiece
Dope rhymes are released when the mic's my

Some carry knives carry guns
2000 in the channel trying to be number one
Looking serious, posing
You rub shoulders, step on toes and it's over
You might get
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Too want to brawl, I think I heard it all
Hip hop kept niggas alive, prefer to ball
Some to party, but some do
I propagate against one of the brothers my high school
Real sad funeral, ask any
I speak know before this quadruple
minds are so shallow, roads are so narrow
Follow my ? ? ? ? you're blunt like pharoah
The mic is my weapon, with it I messing
No half stepping, I'm
Even when I die lyrics will last
So roll bethoveen 'cause the b-boy's blastin'
Show pen another gay, I you in awe
This array bust an orchestra
I'm the maestro, my can't cease
Too damn hype! *bang* when the my piece