Luyện nghe bài hát Master of The Game

(He's the of the game)
From the South
been doin' this
(All the know his name)

All the way from the Northeast to the
Down Miami, Florida
(He's the of the game)

(Jacksonville)

(Tallahassee)
Master of the
(In the rappin' of Fame)

Like Tag Team, again
Here we go, with a flow, get dealt quick
Now Joe, I my rap style pro
Let 'em know the quickness, y'all need to witness

Step to the side, y'all mind y'all
Exercise, physical fitness
through, I glide through
Bass pump to the trunks you

We move it quickly, rap styles B
Cadillac rollin', neck full and crafty and nasty
Can't put it me
Step with skills, better call your

Turn adverse worse, climb in the first
Move when I back it up, attack and I it up
connectin' it
Ultra legend and why rhymes soft, fruity affectionate

I keep steppin' and my rep again
Speed up, go slow, you got the next
Do the La Bamba, to Mexican
Swift to up, change the pitch up
DJ mix ups, your get fixed up
get licked up, quickly, strictly

He's the of the game
(The Master)
All the girls know his
the master of the game
(The Master)
In the rappin' of Fame

He's the of the game
(The Master)
All the girls his name
He's the master of the
(The Master)
In the rappin' of Fame

I'm warnin', watch yo' backpack
Yo' lack facts I attacks yo' wax
So fast you press up mess up up
Through when I do this

I'm the smoothest I groove it speedy
Turn yo, don't try to be greedy
Houston, Tex, out of New York
get pretty, go lickin' them titties

Astrofunk it in the trunk and party's live
Might turn somethin'
Let know though, I'm still pro dough
Companies what, wanna sign me

It's Keith you need, let man try to read
Ease the bleed, shut up feed
Step to Keith, let you know it be G
Cruiser shades, at the bar see me

Crispy atoms, 'em, pat 'em
Suckers don't know, how bad I'm
and flex and servin' necks and
Indiana wrecks fools wanna flex

And y'all won't know I pull up in a Lex
And Master Cards certified checks
And bank bills, fly in the hills
get cups, get more refills

He's the master of the
(The Master)
All the know his name
He's the master of the
(The Master)
In the rappin' of Fame

your watch, now watch me partner
Start to back kids like Kotter
Move your pants, while I a little harder
Hoes and foes, hit 'em all with

Watch girls work it, unopposed
Hip to flip, the thing to they lip
When I dress, yes, put 'em all to the
Rock a suede vest, pink on my chest

Rappin', clappin', fingers snappin'
how you actin', I'm rubbin' on the back
And MC's is slack and your sound wack
Where'd you turn B? burn me

Style get complex, why you B?
I'm your chalkboard, now you can me
'Round and and big bass soundin'
South Hustler, big bass poundin'

East west, top to the bone
Motorola, on my cellular
the tone, get up out my zone
Movin' next to you, rhyme flex to you
Stop I'm overdue, over you
Status to the baddest bro

the master of the game
(The Master)
All the girls his name
He's the master of the
(The Master)
In the Hall of Fame

the Master
(Master, Master)
Kool
the master
(Master, Master)
Kool Keith, Kool Keith, Keith
(Kool Keith)