Luyện nghe bài hát Bow To The Masta

That's right y'all, the K L, K-E-I-T-H (South Bronx)
I'm in here, I'm a let you know (I rappin')

I can tell you can't rap, look at your
A Japanese guy with on with straight leg jeans and a beer
Got you on Hit Factory with groupies with acne
Thinking you recording a masterpiece, chewing peanuts in session
I'm a learn you a all y'all can't write
You just a new with an ordinary gimmick and radio and poster hype
Now that 3, 000 people lost their jobs, I'ma see how record do
But you're stuttering out boo boo, can't give a decent interview
I was always about you
whole group evolving different images around me
Acting like don't copy me when they see me
You've spent your whole listening to "Critical Beatdown"
a secret fan; every time I create an A.K.A. character
Most of you groups out there are so wack, at my shoes in my videos
The back of my album cover, and stealing my plan
Like you something new to the company
And in you're clones of me
(Y'all can't wait for my to come out to steal something new)

You bow to the master!
(Worship me, worship me, worship me, me) (Repeat 4x)

I pity the untalented, of y'all creativity is to steal duplicate
The I wear, call your promotional staff to get you out
in the magazines to perpetrate me on your Ampex reels
On most MC's draw sketches of me and watch what I'm wearing
I out why rappers look at me jealous and keep staring
Comparing me to themselves a distance when I walk offstage
Your record label, your group, and your giving me a standing ovation
In the Chicago Bull warmup suit and a bald like Michael Jordan
Six-time championship of the league, four million groups in the
Rakim and Canibus is the only rapping pro speed
I average 52 rappers per game, I put you to
Now you gonna sit in your used Expedition and act like you know my name
I don't have to battle anybody nor
Half of your flows are by rookies working Montreal Expos
I don't care if you act wild, bring your raps to the
I'ma get in booty, yo
I'ma set up a bag of dust on the
So you can do this, light up, and smoke, yo, cause I'm no yo
I might ride on the cycle level 3, vomit when you go in the
Your product is going to say, "Yo who is he?"
(Yo who is that, man?)

You bow to the master!
(Worship me, me, worship me, worship me) (Repeat 2x)

I play with skinny legs and the water head
Time after time you don't what I'm thinking when I come
your studio professional with a white man driving a Continental Lincoln
Groupies look at me, y'all pay me no mind
I'm about to tear a new ass in this kid, he'd better not let me
Yeah, take a break, order some
I'm about to get up all in your
With your body shaped like Mitch and Tony Tubbs, you don't want this
Go in the corner with your stomach hanging, gold teeth looking
I'm a let you how be, G
No matter how much your styles you can't see me
Believe that, light up your ass up
Stand behind your backup, your acne-faced girlfriend
You're get a lot of feedback
Test the best, you're gonna water on your kneecap

You bow to the master!
(Worship me, me, worship me, worship me) (Repeat 2x)

Yeah, I'm Blaze Magazine, I'm first
The other 49 rappers are me, what?!