Текст (слова) песни: Maestro Fresh Wes - Fine Tune Da Mic

Chorus x2

[maestro] fine tune da mic

[showbiz] engineer wont you check it

[maestro] its the brother maestro

[showbiz] and showbiz is going to wreck it

[showbiz]

So here I come (ha), so here I go (yo)

And when you hear (huh), you know its brother show

I like to rock a hundred miles, but you know Im far from running

Listen to the kicks and the snares, you know its stunning

Im coming, I came, Im only here to damage ya

I left my city and my hometown to fly to canada

To get a peace of mind and make beats on the low

And shows got a flow, a combo with maestro

Fresh wes, I never fess, big up to diamond d

A.g. and my partner lord finesse, cant forget buckwild

People know my style, dont play me like a child

Or your fam be sitting in the front aisle, of a funeral home

Put two to your dome, so pass the microphone

The s-h-o-w-b-i-z from 1-6-3, third and a-v-e

The trump cant see me

Lick for lick, I change cars like brother cange kicks

And pick up chiocks and take them to the flicks

So dont try to play big willie

Ill smoke you with a cripsy hundred dollar bill

And make the chump feel silly, huh

You cant understand where my heads at

While I made a record talking about liking my pockets fat

And not flat, not flat

And punks couldnt take it if you had ten gats

And girls play my lap bcause I made soul clap

I guess its like that when you got a little stack

Chorus x2

[maestro fresh wes]

Well Im crushing, blood starts gushing when Im bum rushing

Me and the mic is like startsky and hutchin

Not a plumber but Im guarenteed to fix farrahs faucet

No I never ever lost it, now imma toss it

Get off it, imma write, Ill role you like a tight spliff

I might get hyper just like positive on a night shift

Fresh wes is the smoothest show and prover

Like j. degar hoover, I make a ? ? ? manouver

Aint no lookin back, I throw a jam at the sugar shack

And I can make the mack say, jack bring my hooker back

Im getting nuff props like black moon, I never wrote a wack tune

Sons take my album cover straight to the bathroom

Live like a wire, mc for hire

Rapper all admire, but retire, when I ahnil-

Late, deducts, and take da bucks

Who the hell needs luck, I got it made and getting paid to fluc-

Uate my lyrics, my uncategorical, metaphorical flow

Makes you want to hear it, so dont compare it

You cant come near it, I know you fear it

You want to jeer it in the front row

cause you know me and show can flow

We go head to head, toe to toe and blow for blow

We say the kind of rhymes to make the party people listen

Catching mad wreck on the mic mechanism

Chorus x4

Outro [maestro fresh wes]

Yeah, thats how we doing it yo

Big up to my dj, ltd

Loves to devast, never hesitate to motivate

Farly flex, relfex, mvp yo

Thats how we swing it in the studio

Word up fresh wes, 1994

Im blowing up uhh

Im blowing up yeah

Yeah

I cant forget my man chris

My man mac behind the fat tracks

And my man show b-i-z

Aka mr. (f-a-t), we out

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Maestro Fresh Wes - Fine Tune Da Mic Chorus x2 [maestro] fine tune da mic [showbiz] engineer wont you check it [maestro] its the brother maestro [showbiz] and showbiz is going to wreck it [showbiz] So here I come (ha), so here I go (yo) And when you hear (huh), you know its brother show I like to rock a hundred miles, but you know Im far from running Listen to the kicks and the snares, you know its stunning Im coming, I came, Im only here to damage ya I left my city and my hometown to fly to canada To get a peace of mind and make beats on the low And shows got a flow, a combo with maestro Fresh wes, I never fess, big up to diamond d A.g. and my partner lord finesse, cant forget buckwild People know my style, dont play me like a child Or your fam be sitting in the front aisle, of a funeral home Put two to your dome, so pass the microphone The s-h-o-w-b-i-z from 1-6-3, third and a-v-e The trump cant see me Lick for lick, I change cars like brother cange kicks And pick up chiocks and take them to the flicks So dont try to play big willie Ill smoke you with a cripsy hundred dollar bill And make the chump feel silly, huh You cant understand where my heads at While I made a record talking about liking my pockets fat And not flat, not flat And punks couldnt take it if you had ten gats And girls play my lap bcause I made soul clap I guess its like that when you got a little stack Chorus x2 [maestro fresh wes] Well Im crushing, blood starts gushing when Im bum rushing Me and the mic is like startsky and hutchin Not a plumber but Im guarenteed to fix farrahs faucet No I never ever lost it, now imma toss it Get off it, imma write, Ill role you like a tight spliff I might get hyper just like positive on a night shift Fresh wes is the smoothest show and prover Like j. degar hoover, I make a ? ? ? manouver Aint no lookin back, I throw a jam at the sugar shack And I can make the mack say, jack bring my hooker back Im getting nuff props like black moon, I never wrote a wack tune Sons take my album cover straight to the bathroom Live like a wire, mc for hire Rapper all admire, but retire, when I ahnil- Late, deducts, and take da bucks Who the hell needs luck, I got it made and getting paid to fluc- Uate my lyrics, my uncategorical, metaphorical flow Makes you want to hear it, so dont compare it You cant come near it, I know you fear it You want to jeer it in the front row cause you know me and show can flow We go head to head, toe to toe and blow for blow We say the kind of rhymes to make the party people listen Catching mad wreck on the mic mechanism Chorus x4 Outro [maestro fresh wes] Yeah, thats how we doing it yo Big up to my dj, ltd Loves to devast, never hesitate to motivate Farly flex, relfex, mvp yo Thats how we swing it in the studio Word up fresh wes, 1994 Im blowing up uhh Im blowing up yeah Yeah I cant forget my man chris My man mac behind the fat tracks And my man show b-i-z Aka mr. (f-a-t), we out Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Fine Tune Da Mic: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/14595.html Все тексты песен: Maestro Fresh Wes » Maestro Fresh Wes - Private Symphony » Maestro Fresh Wes - The Mics My Piece » Maestro Fresh Wes - Makin Records » Maestro Fresh Wes - I`m Showin` You » Maestro Fresh Wes - How Many Styles » Maestro Fresh Wes - Bring It On » Maestro Fresh Wes - Conducting Thangs » Maestro Fresh Wes - Let Your Backbone Slide » Maestro Fresh Wes - Just Swingin` » Maestro Fresh Wes - Higher Level » Maestro Fresh Wes - Certs Wid Out Da Retsyn » Maestro Fresh Wes - Make It for The Ruff » Maestro Fresh Wes - Makin` Records » Maestro Fresh Wes - Pray to Da East » Maestro Fresh Wes - Let Your Backbone Slide (Power Mix) » Maestro Fresh Wes - Maestro-Glycerine » Maestro Fresh Wes - Drop the Needle » Maestro Fresh Wes - Check My Vernacular » Maestro Fresh Wes - The Mic`s My Piece » Maestro Fresh Wes - Just Swingin Рекомендуем скачать: » Zakk Wylde and Black Label Society - Funeral Bell » Zz Top - I Wanna Drive you Home » Zoe Birkett - I Will Always Love You » Zilch - Hero Zero » Z-Ro f Klondike Kat - Stranger in the Midst » ZOEgirl - Feel Alright » Zonata - Forever » Zz Top - Can`t Stop Rockin` » Zakk Wylde - Come Together » Zz Top - Balinese » Z-Ro - Screwed Up Click Representa » Zz Top - TRIPPIN` » Zeromancer - Blood Music » Zz Top - Dipping Low (In The Lap Of Luxury) » Zakk Wylde - Throwin` It All Away » Zoetrope - Hard To Survive » Ziggy Marley - Stir It Up » Zimmer`s Hole - Fully Packed » Zy Band - Foul Deeds » Zz Top - She`s Just Killing Me
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