Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't U Da Masta

Here the jams, yo punks, guard your domes
It's the man the mad new styles and funky poems
So strike one, two, strike three, you're out
Of luck, jack, fuck that, grab your and shout
(ain't you the masta? ) yep, I've always
And then, I'm a stab a fucking critic 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 charts and scales and try to me
Give me a one, son, yep I you hate me
Cause I'm a on bringing it, I'm swinging it
Sharp glass til your 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 from the planet of raps on, oh yeah
me up steady, there's no skills down here
So there, you punk sitting in your chair
Soon you're gonna know the score kids, I

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

I hits you hard kids, you're from the mic and
Rhymes kick like pele, like a dyke and
Praise me, masta, off beat, the
Rap deisel like 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 to sunday
I'm hot some niggas 10 deep in a hyndai
So way, I drop mad heavy like 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 rabbit kicks the bucket
You know (I know) you (I know)
You know, you know, well yo where I go
Jane, stop this crazy if I sing
Some love shit and mad fly, I'd be the king
And be on the covers of like 27 books
But I'm too proud to beg, so this, you crooks
You're as good as your last jam, it's true
Your new, everybody wants an interview
But then, oh how quick they
no hit, they like "who's that? " they full of shit
And straight up, my patience is starting to short
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 keith
So abra, cadabra, presto and
The off-beat, on-beat style is kinda 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 with 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)