Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't U Da Masta

Here come the jams, yo punks, your domes
It's the man the mad new styles and funky poems
So one, strike two, strike three, you're out
Of luck, jack, fuck that, your nuts and shout
(ain't you the masta? ) yep, I've been
And then, I'm a stab a critic with his pen
So write that, put that in your and stick it
I'm wicked, just a witch when I kick it
So out your charts and scales and try to rate me
Give me a one, son, yep I you hate me
Cause I'm a keep on bringing it, I'm it
like glass til your punk ass is swinging it
Riff-raff, your damn staff I have to cut up
I drop bombs, I'm fatter than moms, so what up?
I come from the planet of raps on, oh
Beam me up steady, there's no skills down
So there, you punk sitting in your chair
Soon you're gonna the score kids, I swear

(ain't you the ) yep, I'm the masta (repeat 4x)

I hits you hard kids, you're from the mic and
Rhymes kick like pele, rough like a and
me, masta, off beat, the healer
Rap deisel like an 18-wheeler
So get that weak style out of my
I'm turbo, I drop long like nostran ave.
So danger, I'm burning from to sunday
I'm hot like some 10 deep in a hyndai
So way, I drop mad heavy like the fridge
I'm sacking, you're wack and over like the bridge
This little rabbit to diss me, but fuck it
I got duckets, one day that rabbit the bucket
You (I know) you know (I know)
You know, you know, well yo follow I go
Jane, stop this thing if I sing
Some love shit and dress mad fly, I'd be the
And be seen on the covers of like 27
But I'm too proud to beg, so suck this, you
You're as good as your last jam, it's true
Your shit's new, everybody wants an
But then, oh how quick they
With no hit, they like "who's that? " they full of
And straight up, my is starting to wear short
I'm gonna land blows like your was an airport
Say you theif, let me see your teeth
Cause I'm ultra-magnetic, like kool keith
So abra, cadabra, and change-o
The off-beat, style is kinda strange yo
It dops here, it there, it's off then it's on
To the breaka, to the breaka, to the breaka of umm
Here I come with by the sack for
Spraypaint, I tage my f-ing name on your back,

(ain't you the masta? ) yep, I'm the (repeat 4x)