Luyện nghe bài hát The 8th Samurai

M.U.R.S a nigga to rip a microphone
you enthrasted in the zone
Much to advanced to
Master of this urban rhyme
Combined my alliance
9th of the world right after the giant
Oakland California is where we conquer
The to leave compititions silent
See rarely that B in emcee
i'd give it to u straight
At the one zero degree
And I be the man
Platinum certificates
Cause this shit will get heard a times
Rhymes so intricate will have to rewind
Sometimes I like quiting
Until I hear a nigga up there with a
bullshitin, I'm like that's koo shut the up
If he knew where i was
Got a dope Rhyme for
A beady touch my lip, an been added to the
For about five so that makes
Eighteen thousand two fifty
Dope rhymes to hit your ear
Calculations nigga master the equation
Cause mathematics and
Rules supreme, so i suggest ass
Get down with the winning
and in it to be 9
Niggas when to strike out like Doc Gutton
Once they've met with my
So to reach and fuck up
My herbs run average, I'll one savage
to let you know
I got a of microphones
You still at that Grabbing stage, to have it
Hard to kick, like bet money underneath my
Your shit hella weak, But so far from sticking me And wack
Don't mix
Like music to drive by and way to
So these nigga's get ate
Couple punk got me thinking Freestyle battles ain't shit
so my ass is trying to quit, but rap game
Got to many
For example rap shows
Not enough and way to many bitches