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 poems
So one, strike two, strike three, you're out
Of luck, jack, fuck that, grab your nuts and
(ain't you the masta? ) yep, always been
And then, I'm a stab a fucking critic his pen
So that, put that in your magazine and stick it
I'm wicked, just like a witch 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 til your punk ass is swinging it
Riff-raff, your whole damn I have to cut up
I drop bombs, I'm fatter than your moms, so up?
I come the planet of raps on, oh yeah
Beam me up steady, there's no skills down
So there, you little punk sitting in your
you're gonna know the score 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 deisel 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 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 rabbit tried to diss me, but fuck it
I got duckets, one day that kicks the bucket
You know (I know) you (I know)
You know, you know, yo follow where I go
Jane, stop crazy thing if I sing
Some love shit and 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 your last jam, it's
Your shit's new, everybody an interview
But then, oh how quick they
With no hit, they like "who's that? " they full of
And straight up, my patience is starting to wear
I'm gonna land like your head was an airport
Say cheese you theif, let me see teeth
Cause I'm ultra-magnetic, magnetic like kool
So abra, cadabra, presto and
The off-beat, on-beat is kinda strange yo
It dops here, it there, it's off then it's on
To the breaka, to the breaka, to the of umm dawn
Here I come bones 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)