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 glasses on straight leg jeans and a beer
Got you on Hit with four groupies with acne
Thinking you recording a masterpiece, chewing peanuts in session
I'm a learn you a lesson: all y'all write
You just a new group with an ordinary gimmick and radio and hype
Now that 3, 000 people lost their jobs, I'ma see how your do
But you're stuttering out your boo boo, can't give a decent
I was wondering about you
Your whole evolving 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; every I create an A.K.A. character
of you groups out there are so wack, looking at my shoes in my videos
The of my album cover, and stealing my marketing plan
Like you inventing something new to the
And in reality clones of me
(Y'all can't wait for my to come out to steal something new)

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

I the untalented, half of y'all creativity is to steal duplicate
The clothes I wear, call your staff to get you out
Quick in the magazines to perpetrate me on your Ampex
On tour most MC's sketches of me and watch what I'm wearing
I found out why rappers look at me and keep staring
Comparing me to themselves from a distance I walk offstage
Your record label, your group, and your fanbase 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
and Canibus is the only ones rapping pro speed
I 52 rappers per game, I put you to shame
Now you sit in your used Expedition and act like you don't know my name
I don't have to battle anybody nor
Half of your are written by rookies working Montreal Expos
I care if you act wild, bring your raps to the studio
get in your booty, yo
I'ma set up a bag of dust on the
So you can do this, up, and smoke, yo, cause I'm no joke yo
I might on the cycle level 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 skinny legs and the water head
Time after time you don't know what I'm thinking I come
Into your studio professional with a white man 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, some blunts
I'm about to get up all in your
With your body shaped 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 how much your styles change you can't see me
Believe that, up your ass souped up
Stand behind your backup, your acne-faced girlfriend
gonna get a lot of feedback
Test the best, you're gonna have 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 49 rappers are behind me, what?!