Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't U Da Masta

Here come the jams, yo punks, guard domes
It's the man with the mad new and funky poems
So strike one, strike two, three, you're out
Of luck, jack, fuck that, grab your nuts and
(ain't you the ) yep, I've always been
And then, I'm a stab a fucking with his pen
So write that, put that in magazine and stick it
I'm wicked, just a witch when I kick it
So break out your and scales and try to rate me
me a one, son, yep I hope you hate me
Cause I'm a keep on bringing it, I'm it
Sharp like til your punk ass is swinging it
Riff-raff, your whole staff I have 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, no skills down here
So there, you punk sitting in your chair
Soon you're gonna know the kids, I swear

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

I hits you hard kids, you're from 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 weak style out of my
I'm turbo, I drop lines like nostran ave.
So danger, I'm burning from monday to
I'm hot like some niggas 10 in a hyndai
So make way, I mad heavy like the fridge
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, yo follow where I go
Jane, stop this crazy thing if I
Some love shit and dress mad fly, I'd be the
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 last jam, true
Your new, everybody wants an interview
But then, oh how quick forget
With no hit, like "who's that? " they full of shit
And straight up, my is starting to wear short
I'm land blows like your head was an airport
Say cheese you theif, let me see your
Cause I'm ultra-magnetic, magnetic like keith
So abra, cadabra, and change-o
The off-beat, on-beat style is strange 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 with by the sack for
Spraypaint, I my f-ing name on your back, punk

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