Luyện nghe bài hát The Master

I'm in the midst of the mike and i'mma get live and
Cause I ain't met rapper that's yet to me
Beats are played like a horse in the
the voice of the rapper freddie foxxx is heard
(I don't get that line either but keep reading)
in dough, if you bet and you hit, you a winner
But take a loss cause I treat'em like beginners
Now they fight cause I wrecked the place
And they mad they bet a against the rapping ace
You got live, and pulled out
But you it, buck fifty cross the face
Never have I ever took a loss in
On the microphone checkin', it's all timing
(right here is he starts to get ill)
Rappers are on disrespect
You can catch it a shortstop, right in the chest
I got access to and rhymes in artillary
I don't need to cause ain't nobody killin' me
Cut terrorist, boost the track
While I there ain't no match
Cause I'm armor, and you a jerri curl farmer
Still 85' bombers
There's no way you get props you deserve
The only you get here is served
Not or drink but this is pain
the game, I take it to the brain
Took a rapper to the and wrecked his world
Laughed in his face he cried like a girl
I broke it down so he
If you live by the laws of foxxx, you gotta be
Bumped his his sister then his neice
Then stepped off like a natural horse thief
(those last few are my shit)
Raps the game, so do ya gotta do to win
As as your in
I that from my main man rap (kool g rap)
Who if I always kept my microphone strapped
bring terror and danger to beats and basslines
Cause my rhymes are like a tech nine
(hey, it was 91' he's allowed to be once in a while)
On and on I go and I stop the flow
You for a break...no
(he's rhyming for quite some time now!!)
I was a child born with the mind to create words and rhymes that sound
The
Freddie the foxxx is a master, my mind builds faster, then the rappers

You try and disconnect the power
the man that rhymes and rhymes for hours
But you see I know what it really is
A lot of rappers pop up, then
Cause when it's to see who's the real boss
They all sing diana ross
(the next few lines are on some ill rakimesque shit. don't sleep)
I set ,follow my mind and calmly wait
I create you greatly appreciate
I don't fold pressure and I don't cry
Peep both my eyes and on the bullseye
I'm the master danger comes
I wreck compitition, and label'em
If you was nice you ain't nice no more
Freddie foxxx, top
When I hit prime time with rhymes
the foxxx had time and the right style
I stay cool, my head never
But rappers got
(that one is all the delivery)
Juice was drippin' from mouth ,you were slobbin
So mad at freddie , boy your head start
Try to get paid on the tip
But again..you slip
I got of your mind body and soul
Now you feel like 90 years old
Crippled and crawlin', totally
Beating your head the mike and a turntable
(fat)
Down to your last leg, beggin' for
This is what happen to those who try to me
strong and you might get props son
Hold on tight to your rhymes ,don't none
(that's a one. it's always in my head.)
You think fast, foxxx thinks faster
Cause I'm the