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 (I started rappin')

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

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

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

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

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