Luyện nghe bài hát High Price, Small Reward

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

[Masta
Without a doubt, it's in the heart the best darts were written
Sittin at the window of the old earths
Youths thirst for knowledge, I teach but hold
'cause some savage are lost beyond reach
Broken breed seeds of no guidance
Left to wonder the 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
rifle, barrel pointed, elastic noose
Plastic head wrapped stifle,
Tribal, secret rival
subliminal message throwin
Bitch holdin on labels
Mic cables, capable of slowin down jets on
you straight through continuously
Justice, wit more of the penital
Some overdue, now served by the chiefs on cheat
Drummer bills is the prophecies fulfilled
chill, currents to the invited
Bang for the 'phones, live niggas on they way
Snatch poems clones, we got it sewn