Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't U Da Masta

Here the jams, yo punks, guard your domes
It's the man with the mad new styles and funky
So strike one, strike two, three, you're out
Of luck, jack, that, grab your nuts and shout
(ain't you the ) yep, I've always been
And then, I'm a stab a fucking with his pen
So write that, put that in magazine and stick it
I'm wicked, just like a witch when I it
So break out your and scales and try to rate me
Give me a one, son, yep I hope you me
I'm a keep on bringing it, I'm swinging it
Sharp like glass til your punk ass is it
Riff-raff, your damn staff I have to cut up
I bombs, I'm fatter than your moms, so what up?
I come from the planet of raps on, oh
Beam me up steady, there's no down here
So there, you little sitting 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, you're barred the mic and
kick like pele, rough like a dyke and
Praise me, masta, off beat, the
Rap style's like an 18-wheeler
So get that weak style out of my
I'm turbo, I drop lines long like ave.
So danger, I'm burning monday to sunday
I'm hot like some 10 deep in a hyndai
So make way, I drop mad heavy the fridge
I'm sacking, you're and you're over like the bridge
This little rabbit tried to 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 crazy thing if I
love shit and dress mad fly, I'd be the king
And be seen on the covers of 27 books
But I'm too proud to beg, so suck this, you
You're only as good as last jam, it's true
shit's new, everybody wants an interview
But then, oh how quick forget
With no hit, like "who's that? " they full of shit
And straight up, my patience is starting to wear
I'm gonna land blows like your head was an
Say cheese you theif, let me see your
Cause I'm ultra-magnetic, magnetic like keith
So abra, cadabra, presto and
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)