Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't U Da Masta

Here come the jams, yo punks, guard domes
the man with the mad new styles and funky poems
So strike one, two, strike three, you're out
Of luck, jack, fuck that, grab nuts and shout
(ain't you the masta? ) yep, always been
And then, I'm a stab a critic with his pen
So write that, put in your magazine 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 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 whole damn staff I to cut up
I bombs, I'm fatter than your moms, so what up?
I come from the of raps on, oh yeah
Beam me up steady, there's no skills here
So there, you little punk in your chair
Soon you're gonna know the score kids, I

(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 like an
So get weak style out of my path
I'm turbo, I drop long like nostran ave.
So danger, I'm burning from monday to
I'm hot like some 10 deep in a hyndai
So make way, I drop mad heavy like the
I'm sacking, you're wack and you're like the bridge
This little rabbit tried to diss me, but it
I got duckets, one day that rabbit kicks the
You (I know) you know (I know)
You know, you know, well yo follow I go
Jane, stop this crazy thing if I
Some love 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 this, you crooks
You're only as good as your jam, it's true
Your new, everybody wants an interview
But then, oh how quick forget
no hit, they like "who's that? " they full of shit
And straight up, my is starting to wear short
I'm gonna blows like your head was an airport
Say cheese you theif, let me see teeth
Cause I'm ultra-magnetic, like kool keith
So abra, cadabra, presto and
The off-beat, style is kinda strange yo
It dops here, it there, it's off then it's on
To the breaka, to the breaka, to the of umm dawn
Here I come with by the sack for
Spraypaint, I tage my name on your back, punk

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