Luyện nghe bài hát Bow To The Masta

That's right y'all, the K double-O L, (South Bronx)
I'm in here, I'm a let you (I started rappin')

I can tell you can't rap, look at your
A guy with glasses on with straight leg jeans and a beer
Got you on Hit Factory with four groupies acne
Thinking you recording a masterpiece, peanuts in your session
I'm a learn you a lesson: all y'all write
You a new group 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 your boo boo, can't give a decent
I was always about you
Your group evolving different images around me
Acting like they copy me when they see me
You've your whole life 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 inventing new to the company
And in reality you're of me
(Y'all can't wait for my album to come out to steal new)

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

I pity the untalented, half of y'all is to steal duplicate
The clothes I wear, your promotional staff to get you out
Quick in the magazines to perpetrate me on your Ampex
On tour most MC's draw sketches of me and watch I'm wearing
I found out why look at me jealous and keep staring
me to themselves from a distance when I walk offstage
Your record label, group, and your fanbase giving me a standing ovation
In the Chicago warmup suit and a bald head like Michael Jordan
Six-time championship of the league, million groups in the industry
Rakim and Canibus is the only ones rapping pro
I 52 rappers per game, I put you to shame
Now you gonna sit in used Expedition and act like you don't know my name
I don't have to anybody nor freestyle
Half of your flows are written by working Montreal Expos
I don't care if you act wild, bring your to the studio
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 ride on the cycle level 3, vomit when you go in the booth
Your product manager is 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 don't play skinny legs and the water head
Time after time you don't what I'm thinking when I come
Into your studio 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 not let me rhyme
Yeah, take a break, order blunts
I'm about to get up all in fronts
With your body like Mitch Green and Tony Tubbs, you don't want this
Go in the corner with your hanging, gold teeth looking sneaky
I'm a let you how be, G
No matter how your styles change you can't see me
that, light up your ass souped up
Stand behind your backup, with your girlfriend
You're get a lot of feedback
the best, you're gonna have water on your kneecap

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

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