Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't U Da Masta

Here come the jams, yo punks, your domes
the man with the mad new styles and funky poems
So one, strike two, strike three, you're out
Of luck, jack, fuck that, grab your and shout
(ain't you the masta? ) yep, always been
And then, I'm a stab a fucking with his pen
So that, put that in your magazine and stick it
I'm wicked, just a witch when I kick it
So break out charts and scales and try to rate me
Give me a one, son, yep I hope you me
Cause I'm a keep on bringing it, I'm it
Sharp like glass til your ass is swinging it
Riff-raff, your whole damn 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, no skills down here
So there, you punk sitting in your chair
Soon you're gonna 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
Rhymes kick like pele, like a dyke and
me, masta, off beat, the healer
Rap style's deisel an 18-wheeler
So get that style out of my path
I'm turbo, I drop lines like nostran ave.
So danger, I'm burning from monday to
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 like the bridge
This little tried to diss me, but fuck it
I got duckets, one day that rabbit 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
love shit and dress mad fly, I'd be the king
And be seen on the covers of like 27
But I'm too to beg, so suck this, you crooks
You're as good as your last jam, it's true
Your shit's new, everybody an interview
But then, oh how they forget
With no hit, they like "who's that? " they full of
And straight up, my patience is to wear short
I'm gonna land blows like your head was an
Say cheese you theif, let me see teeth
I'm ultra-magnetic, magnetic like kool keith
So abra, cadabra, and change-o
The off-beat, style is kinda strange yo
It dops here, it drops there, it's off then on
To the breaka, to the breaka, to the of umm dawn
I come 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)