Luyện nghe bài hát High Price, Small Reward

I wiped the chrome off wit the dust
I bust off
What's the cause, life loss, high to pay
For a small reward, kill for Bushwick and Horsely broad
I the jump cables, through to boost the mini-pack
Based on the unfolding in a track
I hold back, I spare no one
Swords like shogun, now who want it?
You see the truth, act upon it
Or feel the fore view
Ain't a MC that I hit can pull
That niggas are kid, flashin plastic tools
Unaware of the most-year rule, what stupid!

[Masta
Without a doubt, it's in the heart where the darts were written
at the window of the grand old earths
Youths thirst for knowledge, I teach but hold
'cause some savage are lost beyond reach
Broken homes seeds of no guidance
Left to the streets and experiment wit devilish men
Violent, felon offenders, folders
One-twenty holders let em off and explode
The battefield haunting the
Wu-Tang dance deadly emits six
rifle, barrel pointed, elastic noose
Plastic head wrapped stifle,
Tribal, title rival
subliminal message throwin
Bitch niggas on labels
Mic cables, of slowin down jets on deck
Fuckin you straight through
Justice, wit more of the critical
Some overdue, now served by the chiefs on cheat
Drummer is the street prophecies fulfilled
Better chill, currents to the
Bang for the 'phones, live on they way home
Snatch from clones, we got it sewn