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 and funky poems
So strike one, strike two, strike three, out
Of luck, jack, fuck that, grab your and shout
(ain't you the masta? ) yep, I've been
And then, I'm a stab a fucking critic his pen
So write that, put that in your and stick it
I'm wicked, just like a when I kick it
So out your charts and scales and try to rate me
Give me a one, son, yep I you hate me
I'm a keep on bringing it, I'm swinging it
Sharp like glass til punk ass is swinging it
Riff-raff, your damn staff I have to cut up
I drop bombs, I'm fatter your moms, so what up?
I come from the planet of on, oh yeah
Beam me up steady, there's no down here
So there, you little sitting in your chair
Soon 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 style's 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 burning from to sunday
I'm hot like niggas 10 deep in a hyndai
So way, I drop mad heavy like the fridge
I'm sacking, wack and you're over like the bridge
This little rabbit tried to diss me, but 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 crazy thing if I sing
Some shit and dress mad fly, I'd be the king
And be on the covers of like 27 books
But I'm too to beg, so suck this, you crooks
You're only as as your last jam, it's true
Your shit's new, wants an interview
But then, oh how quick forget
With no hit, they like "who's " they full of shit
And straight up, my is starting to wear short
I'm gonna land blows your head was an airport
Say you theif, let me see your teeth
Cause I'm ultra-magnetic, magnetic like kool
So abra, cadabra, and change-o
The off-beat, on-beat style is kinda yo
It dops here, it drops there, it's off then on
To the breaka, to the breaka, to the breaka of umm
Here I with bones by the sack for
Spraypaint, I tage my f-ing name on back, punk

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