Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't U Da Masta

Here come the jams, yo punks, guard your
the man with the mad new styles and funky poems
So strike one, strike two, strike three, out
Of luck, jack, fuck that, grab nuts and shout
(ain't you the masta? ) yep, I've always
And then, I'm a stab a fucking with his pen
So write that, put that in your and stick it
I'm wicked, just like a 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
I'm a keep on bringing it, I'm swinging it
Sharp like glass til your punk ass is it
Riff-raff, your whole staff I have to cut up
I drop bombs, I'm fatter than moms, so what up?
I from the planet of raps on, oh yeah
Beam me up steady, no skills down here
So there, you punk 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, barred from the mic and
Rhymes kick like pele, rough like a and
me, masta, off beat, the healer
Rap deisel like an 18-wheeler
So get that style out of my path
I'm turbo, I drop lines long nostran ave.
So danger, I'm from monday to sunday
I'm hot like some 10 deep in a hyndai
So make way, I drop mad heavy like the
I'm sacking, you're and you're over like the bridge
This little rabbit to diss 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 follow I go
Jane, this crazy thing if I sing
Some love 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 good as your last jam, it's
Your shit's new, wants an interview
But then, oh how quick they
With no hit, like "who's that? " they full of shit
And straight up, my is starting to wear short
I'm gonna land blows like your was an airport
Say cheese you theif, let me see teeth
I'm ultra-magnetic, magnetic like kool keith
So abra, cadabra, presto and
The off-beat, on-beat style is kinda yo
It dops here, it drops there, it's off 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 f-ing name on back, punk

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