Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't U Da Masta

Here come the jams, yo punks, guard domes
It's the man with the mad new and funky 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 a fucking critic with his pen
So write that, put that in your and stick it
I'm wicked, like a witch when I kick it
So break out your 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 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 down here
So there, you punk 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, barred from the mic and
Rhymes kick like pele, rough a dyke and
me, masta, off beat, the healer
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 from to sunday
I'm hot like niggas 10 deep in a hyndai
So make way, I mad heavy like the fridge
I'm sacking, you're wack and over like the bridge
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, well yo where I go
Jane, stop this crazy if I sing
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 as good as your last jam, it's true
Your new, everybody wants an interview
But then, oh how quick they
With no hit, like "who's that? " they full of shit
And straight up, my patience is to wear short
I'm gonna land blows like your was an airport
Say cheese you theif, let me see your
Cause I'm ultra-magnetic, magnetic like keith
So abra, cadabra, and change-o
The off-beat, on-beat is kinda strange yo
It here, it drops there, it's off then it's on
To the breaka, to the breaka, to the breaka of umm
Here I come bones by the sack for
Spraypaint, I tage my name on your back, punk

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