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 know (I rappin')

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

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

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

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

I don't play with skinny and the water head
Time after time you don't know what I'm thinking I come
Into your studio professional a white man driving a Continental Lincoln
Groupies look at me, don't pay me no mind
I'm about to tear a new ass in kid, he'd better not let me rhyme
Yeah, take a break, some blunts
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 corner with your stomach hanging, teeth looking sneaky
I'm a let you how be, G
No how much your styles change you can't see me
Believe that, light up ass souped up
Stand behind your backup, with your acne-faced
You're get a lot of feedback
Test the best, gonna have water on your kneecap

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

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