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 know (I rappin')

I can tell you rap, look at your engineer:
A Japanese guy with glasses on with straight leg jeans and a
Got you on Hit Factory with four groupies acne
you recording a masterpiece, chewing peanuts in your session
I'm a learn you a lesson: all can't write
You just a new group with an ordinary gimmick and and poster hype
Now 3, 000 people lost their jobs, I'ma see how your record 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 when see me
You've spent your 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, looking at my shoes in my
The back of my 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 album to out to steal something new)

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

I pity the untalented, 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 reels
On most 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 I walk offstage
Your record label, your group, and your fanbase giving me a ovation
In the Chicago Bull warmup and a bald head like Michael Jordan
Six-time championship of the league, four million groups in the
Rakim and Canibus is the only ones pro speed
I 52 rappers per game, I put you to shame
Now you gonna sit in your used and act like you don't know my name
I don't to battle anybody nor freestyle
Half of your flows are written by working 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, light up, and smoke, yo, cause I'm no yo
I might ride on the cycle level 3, vomit when you go in the
Your manager 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 play with skinny legs and the head
Time after time you don't what I'm thinking when I come
Into your studio professional with a white man driving a Continental
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 about to get up all in fronts
With your shaped 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 matter how your styles change you can't see me
that, light up your ass souped up
Stand behind backup, with your acne-faced girlfriend
gonna get a lot of feedback
Test the best, you're have water on your kneecap

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

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