Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't U Da Masta

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

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

I hits you hard kids, barred from the mic and
Rhymes kick pele, rough like a dyke and
Praise me, masta, off beat, the
Rap style's deisel an 18-wheeler
So get weak style out of my path
I'm turbo, I drop lines like nostran ave.
So danger, I'm burning from monday to
I'm hot some niggas 10 deep in a hyndai
So make way, I drop mad like the fridge
I'm sacking, you're wack and you're over the bridge
This little rabbit tried to diss me, but it
I got duckets, one day that rabbit kicks the
You (I know) you know (I know)
You know, you know, yo follow where I go
Jane, stop this crazy if I sing
Some love shit and mad fly, I'd be the king
And be on the covers of like 27 books
But I'm too proud to beg, so this, you crooks
You're only as good as your last jam, it's
Your shit's new, everybody an interview
But then, oh how quick forget
With no hit, they "who's that? " they full of shit
And straight up, my is starting to wear short
I'm gonna land blows your head was an airport
Say cheese you theif, let me see your
Cause I'm ultra-magnetic, magnetic kool keith
So abra, cadabra, presto and
The off-beat, on-beat style is kinda yo
It dops here, it drops there, it's off it's on
To the breaka, to the breaka, to the of umm dawn
Here I come with by the sack for
Spraypaint, I tage my f-ing name on your back,

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