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 and Horsely broad
I the jump cables, through to boost the mini-pack
Based on the unfolding in a track
I dont' back, I spare no one
swing like shogun, now who want it?
You see the truth, then act it
Or feel the fire's view
a MC that I hit can pull through
That niggas are like kid, plastic tools
Unaware of the dynastic rule, what stupid!

[Masta
Without a doubt, it's in the where the best darts were written
Sittin at the window of the old earths
Youths thirst for knowledge, I but hold heat
'cause some savage are lost beyond reach
Broken homes breed of no guidance
to wonder the streets and experiment wit devilish men
Violent, offenders, supreme folders
One-twenty holders let em off and explode
The battefield haunting the
Wu-Tang deadly emits six pence
Spiral rifle, pointed, elastic noose
Plastic head stifle, survival
Tribal, secret rival
?Archual? subliminal throwin
niggas holdin on labels
Mic cables, capable of slowin down jets on
Fuckin you straight through
Justice, wit more of the penital
Some overdue, now served by the chiefs on cheat
bills is the street prophecies fulfilled
Better chill, currents to the
Bang for the 'phones, live niggas on way home
Snatch poems clones, we got it sewn