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 rap, look at your engineer:
A Japanese guy with on with straight leg jeans and a beer
Got you on Hit Factory with four groupies acne
Thinking you a masterpiece, chewing peanuts in your session
I'm a learn you a lesson: all y'all write
You just a new with an ordinary gimmick and radio and poster hype
Now that 3, 000 people their jobs, I'ma see how your record do
But you're stuttering out your boo boo, can't give a decent
I was always wondering you
Your whole group different images around me
Acting like they don't me when they see me
You've spent your whole life to "Critical Beatdown"
You's a secret every time I create an A.K.A. character
Most of you groups out are so wack, looking 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 you're clones of me
(Y'all can't for my album to come out to steal something new)

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

I pity the untalented, half of creativity is to steal duplicate
The clothes I wear, call your promotional to get you out
Quick in the magazines to perpetrate me on your Ampex
On tour most MC's draw of me and watch what I'm wearing
I found out why look at me jealous and keep staring
me to themselves from a distance when I walk offstage
Your record label, your group, and your giving me a standing ovation
In the Chicago Bull warmup suit and a bald head like Jordan
Six-time championship of the league, four groups in the industry
Rakim and Canibus is the ones rapping pro speed
I average 52 per game, I put you to shame
Now you gonna sit in your used Expedition and act like you don't my name
I have to battle anybody nor freestyle
Half of your 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, light up, and smoke, yo, cause I'm no yo
I might ride on the cycle level 3, vomit 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 time you don't know what I'm thinking when I come
Into your studio professional with a white man driving a Lincoln
Groupies look at me, 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, some blunts
I'm about to get up all in fronts
your body shaped like Mitch Green and Tony Tubbs, you don't want this
Go in the corner with your stomach hanging, gold teeth 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 your backup, with your acne-faced
You're gonna get a lot of
the best, you're gonna have water on your kneecap

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

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