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

"people! people!"
"i am not now, I was yesterday..
And I am not now I shall 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 time you seen a that blast rhymes
On some rap ? ? , fill and bust the gat quick, fuck that
I'm the nigga you love to hate, the that wait
Fo' yo' ass in the bushes the ak-e
First I call yo' name,
Then I +lift+ yo' ass and have a snub-nose
You can think sweet cause I rap
I still split a head like a canteloupe
(bitch!) and I'm
Cause I the shit, plaster the shit
A true hip-hop nigga, the last of the
Lil' fame, b-k born, been this
Since the days of b-d-k, and tj
Nigga you choose, when I do 'em boom so and bruise
And confuse 'em, wait a minute did I 'em?
put it down baby, fuck these kids
I splash 'em and ask 'em who the fuck I is?
The masta!

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

foxxx]
right..
My heart is than icicles in poland
Niggaz hate to see when bumpy get mad, what I be
Try to shit on me I won't hesitate, out your colon
Never registered a gun that I had, I like them hot and
And I don't leave no spares like I was
Strike a nigga chest, right in the pocket like ryan -
And I'll run you down, stomp yo' ass, and leave you
up your 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
mc's, countin the ways, you want it?
Blowin rappers up in bunches like, rap
I'm such a real I take it to +blaze+
And tell 'em make it "51 niggaz of all time"
Or I up the page
I'm still the nigga, fuck my age
Hand to hand I whup yo' motherfuckin ass, 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 wild with me, my rhyme
Now who baldhead rules in

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

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