Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't U Da Masta

Here come the jams, yo punks, guard domes
It's the man the mad new styles and funky poems
So strike one, strike two, strike three, 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 fucking with his pen
So write that, put that in your magazine and it
I'm wicked, just like a when I kick it
So out your charts and scales and try to rate me
me a one, son, yep I hope you hate me
Cause I'm a keep on bringing it, I'm it
Sharp like til your punk ass is swinging it
Riff-raff, your whole damn I have to cut up
I drop bombs, I'm than your moms, so what up?
I from the planet of raps on, oh yeah
Beam me up steady, there's no skills down
So there, you little punk sitting in chair
Soon you're gonna know the kids, I swear

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

I hits you hard kids, you're barred the mic and
kick like pele, rough like a dyke and
Praise me, masta, off beat, the
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 from monday to sunday
I'm hot like some niggas 10 deep in a
So make way, I drop mad heavy like the
I'm sacking, you're wack and you're over like the
This little rabbit tried to me, but fuck it
I got duckets, one day rabbit kicks the bucket
You (I know) you know (I know)
You know, you know, yo follow where I go
Jane, stop this thing if I sing
Some love and dress mad fly, I'd be the king
And be seen on the covers of like 27
But I'm too proud to beg, so this, you crooks
You're only as good as last jam, it's true
Your shit's new, wants an interview
But then, oh how they forget
With no hit, like "who's that? " they full of shit
And straight up, my patience is to wear short
I'm gonna land like your head was an airport
Say cheese you theif, let me see your
Cause I'm ultra-magnetic, magnetic like keith
So abra, cadabra, presto and
The off-beat, on-beat is kinda strange yo
It dops here, it drops there, off then it's on
To the breaka, to the breaka, to the of umm dawn
Here I with bones by the sack for
Spraypaint, I my f-ing name on your back, punk

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