Luyện nghe bài hát High Price, Small Reward

I wiped the off wit the dust cloth
'Fore I off
the cause, life loss, high price to pay
For a small reward, kill for that Bushwick and broad
I provided the cables, through to boost the mini-pack
Based on the drama unfolding in a
I dont' back, I spare no one
Swords swing shogun, now who want it?
You see the truth, then act it
Or feel the fire's view
Ain't a MC I hit can pull through
That niggas are like kid, flashin tools
Unaware of the most-year dynastic rule, stupid!

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