Luyện nghe bài hát The Master

I'm in the midst of the and i'mma get live and crazy
Cause I ain't met that's yet to phase me
Beats are played a horse in the third
Then the voice of the rapper freddie foxxx is
(I don't get that horse line but keep reading)
in dough, if you bet and you hit, you a winner
But rappers a loss cause I treat'em like beginners
Now they wanna fight cause I wrecked the
And they mad cause bet a against the rapping ace
You got live, and pulled out
But you caught it, buck fifty cross the
Never I ever took a loss in rhyming
On the microphone checkin', it's all timing
(right here is where he to get ill)
Rappers are on disrespect
You can it like a shortstop, right in the chest
I got access to beat and in artillary
I need to load cause ain't nobody killin' me
Cut terrorist, boost the scratch
While I tell'em there no match
Cause I'm armor, and you a country curl farmer
Still wearing 85'
There's no way you get you don't deserve
The thing you get here is served
Not food or drink but this is
Raps the game, I it to the brain
a rapper to the dungeon and wrecked his world
Laughed in his face he cried like a girl
I broke it so he understood
If you live by the laws of foxxx, you gotta be
his girl his sister then his neice
Then stepped off like a natural born thief
(those few lines are my shit)
the game, so do what ya gotta do to win
As long as in
I learned from my main man rap (kool g rap)
Who said if I always kept my strapped
I'll bring terror and to beats and basslines
Cause my are like a loaded tech nine
(hey, it was 91' he's to be corny once in a while)
On and on I go and I won't stop the
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 average

You might try and disconnect the
Destroy the man rhymes and rhymes for hours
But you see I what time it really is
A lot of rappers pop up, fizz
Cause when it's time to see who's the boss
all sing like diana ross
(the next few lines are on some ill rakimesque battle shit. sleep)
I set standards ,follow my mind and calmly
What I you greatly appreciate
I fold under pressure and I don't cry
Peep both my eyes and on the bullseye
I'm the master when danger
I wreck compitition, and label'em
If you was nice you ain't nice no more
Freddie foxxx, top
When I hit prime time airwaves with
the foxxx had time and the right style
I stay cool, my head swells
But rappers got
(that one is all the delivery)
Juice was from your mouth ,you were slobbin
So mad at freddie , boy your start throbbin'
Try to get on the sneak tip
But again..you slip
I got control of your mind and soul
Now you feel like 90 years old
Crippled and crawlin', totally
Beating head with the mike and a turntable
(fat)
Down to your leg, beggin' for mercy
This is what to those who try to hurt me
Come strong and you might get son
Hold on tight to rhymes ,don't drop none
(that's a clever one. it's in my head.)
You think fast, foxxx thinks faster
I'm the master