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 on with straight leg jeans and a beer
Got you on Hit Factory with groupies with acne
Thinking you recording a masterpiece, peanuts in your session
I'm a learn you a lesson: all y'all can't
You just a new group with an ordinary and radio and poster hype
Now 3, 000 people lost their jobs, I'ma see how your record do
But you're stuttering out boo boo, can't give a decent interview
I was always wondering you
Your whole group evolving different images me
Acting like they don't me when they see me
spent 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 there are so wack, at my shoes in my videos
The back of my cover, and stealing my marketing plan
you inventing something new to the company
And in reality you're of me
(Y'all can't wait for my album to come out to something new)

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

I pity the untalented, half of creativity is to steal duplicate
The I wear, call your promotional staff to get you out
Quick in the magazines to perpetrate me on your reels
On tour most draw sketches of me and watch what I'm wearing
I out why rappers look at me jealous and keep staring
Comparing me to themselves from a distance I walk offstage
Your record label, group, and your fanbase giving me a standing ovation
In the Chicago Bull 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 rappers per game, I put you to
Now you gonna sit in your used Expedition and act 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 care if you act wild, bring your 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 might ride on the cycle level 3, vomit 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, 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 when I come
Into your studio professional with a white man driving a Lincoln
look at me, y'all don't pay me no mind
I'm about to tear a new ass in this kid, he'd not let me rhyme
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
Believe that, up your ass souped up
Stand behind backup, with your acne-faced girlfriend
You're gonna get a lot of
Test the best, you're gonna have water on kneecap

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

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