Luyện nghe bài hát Bow To The Masta

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

I can tell you can't rap, look at engineer:
A Japanese guy with glasses on straight leg jeans and a beer
Got you on Hit Factory with four groupies acne
Thinking you recording a masterpiece, chewing peanuts in session
I'm a learn you a lesson: all y'all can't
You just a new group with an ordinary gimmick and radio and poster
Now 3, 000 people lost their jobs, I'ma see how your record do
But you're stuttering out your boo boo, can't give a interview
I was always wondering you
Your whole evolving different images around me
Acting like they copy me when they see me
You've spent your 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, looking at my shoes in my
The back of my album cover, and stealing my plan
Like you inventing something new to the
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 is to steal duplicate
The clothes I wear, call promotional staff to get you out
Quick in the magazines to perpetrate me on your reels
On tour MC's draw sketches of me and watch what I'm wearing
I found out why rappers at me jealous and keep staring
Comparing me to themselves from a distance when I walk
Your record label, your group, and your giving me a standing ovation
In the Bull 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 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 to battle anybody nor freestyle
Half of your flows are written by rookies Montreal Expos
I don't care if you act wild, your raps to the studio
I'ma get in 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, worship me, worship me, me) (Repeat 2x)

I don't play with legs and the water head
Time after time you don't know I'm thinking when I come
Into your studio professional with a white man driving a Continental
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, some blunts
I'm about to get up all in fronts
With your body shaped like Mitch Green and Tony Tubbs, you want this
Go in the corner your stomach hanging, gold teeth looking sneaky
I'm a let you how be, G
No matter how your styles change you can't see me
Believe that, light up your ass up
Stand behind your backup, with 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, worship me, me, worship me) (Repeat 2x)

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