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, look at your
A Japanese guy with on with straight leg jeans and a beer
Got you on Hit Factory with four groupies acne
you recording a masterpiece, chewing peanuts in your session
I'm a you a lesson: all y'all can't 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 your do
But you're stuttering out your boo boo, give a decent interview
I was wondering about you
Your whole evolving different images around me
Acting like they don't copy me they see me
You've spent whole life listening to "Critical Beatdown"
You's a secret fan; time I create an A.K.A. character
Most of you groups out there are so wack, at my shoes in my videos
The of my album cover, and stealing my marketing plan
Like you something 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, worship me, me) (Repeat 4x)

I the untalented, half of y'all creativity is to steal duplicate
The clothes I wear, call 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 what I'm wearing
I found out why rappers at me jealous and keep staring
Comparing me to themselves a distance when I walk offstage
Your record label, your group, and your fanbase giving me a standing
In the Chicago Bull warmup and a bald head like Michael Jordan
Six-time championship of the league, million groups in the industry
Rakim and is the only ones rapping pro speed
I average 52 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 nor freestyle
Half of flows are written by rookies working Montreal Expos
I don't care if you act wild, bring raps to the studio
I'ma get in booty, yo
set up a bag of dust 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 is going 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 with skinny legs and the water head
Time after you don't know what I'm thinking when I come
Into studio professional with a white man driving a Continental Lincoln
Groupies at me, y'all don't 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, order some
I'm to get up all in your fronts
With your body shaped like Green and Tony Tubbs, you don't want this
Go in the corner with stomach hanging, gold teeth looking sneaky
I'm a let you how be, G
No matter how much your styles you can't see me
Believe that, light up ass souped up
Stand behind your backup, with 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, worship me, me) (Repeat 2x)

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