Luyện nghe bài hát The Mastas

"i am not now, I was yesterday..
And I am not now I shall be tomorrow.."
"i mean, this is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
By yesterday, when I moved on.."

danze]
Since a brand new year, I got a brand new attitude
And a brand new way to come at a (salute!)
You the staff, that mastered the fine art
Of the nines bark on the ave (nowwww)
If you don't know me then don't act you do
And if you plan to blow me, you bet' not act like you to
(criminal instincts!) I got it
If a thick bitch try to throw a pick, I'll spot it
(glory and ? ? ) foxxx, I'm a
I hell with a .25, to show you I'm live
Cousin - I put my hand on the good book, and
The deepest crew, and split a motherfuckin
(it's the "murder he wrote") I to the plan,
I'm to my fam - and I'm a very emotional man
I told you danze, was out of control
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? - the masta!

"people! people!"
"i am not now, I was yesterday..
And I am not now what I be tomorrow.."
"this is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
By yesterday, I have moved on.."

fame]
C'mon! when the last you seen a nigga that blast rhymes
On some rap ? ? , fill and bust the gat quick, fuck that
I'm the nigga you love to hate, the thug wait
Fo' yo' ass in the with the ak-e
First I call yo' name,
I +lift+ yo' ass and have a snub-nose whistlin
You can think sweet cause I rap
I still split a head like a canteloupe
(bitch!) and I'm
I master the shit, plaster the shit
A true hip-hop nigga, the last of the
Lil' fame, b-k born, been this
the days of b-d-k, and tj swan
Nigga you choose, I do 'em boom so bash and bruise
And confuse 'em, a minute did I lose 'em?
I'ma put it baby, fuck these kids
I will splash 'em and ask 'em who the I is?
The masta!

"people! people!"
"i am not now, I was yesterday..
And I am not now what I be tomorrow.."
"i mean, shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
By yesterday, I have moved on.."

[freddie
right..
My heart is colder than in poland
Niggaz hate to see when get mad, what I be holdin
Try to shit on me I won't hesitate, blow out colon
Never a gun that I had, I like them hot and stolen
And I leave no spares like I was bowlin
Strike a nigga chest, right in the pocket ryan - nolan
And run you down, stomp yo' ass, and leave you swollen
Pick up cash, take all your burners and keep it rollin
Triple x raised, bumpy, I be blaze
That venom shit that I've spittin from, back in the days
Smashin mc's, countin the ways, you it?
Blowin up in bunches like, rap bouquets
I'm such a nigga I take it to +blaze+
And tell 'em make it "51 niggaz of all time"
Or I up the page
I'm the nicest nigga, fuck my age
to hand I whup yo' motherfuckin ass, live on stage
I claim to be, somethin I'm not
I'm a thug, and I die it, like it or not
All the real niggaz with me, feel my rhyme
Now who rules in ninety-nine?

[f] who the real shit bangin in ya?
[m] the masta!
[f] who take a block and start swangin ya?
[m] the masta!
[f] who still mic ready, it to ya?
[m] the masta!
[f] game tight, black and blue ya
[m] the masta!

"we real niggaz to bring it back..
So is what it comes down to huh? "
"i am not now, I was yesterday..
And I am not now what I be tomorrow.."
"i mean, this is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
By yesterday, when I have on.."
"we real niggaz to bring it back..
So this is what it comes down to "
"i am not now, I was yesterday..
And I am not now what I be tomorrow.."

"i mean, this is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
By yesterday, when I have on.."
"we need real to bring it back..