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 like a horse in the third
Then the of the rapper freddie foxxx is heard
(I get that horse line either but keep reading)
in dough, if you bet and you hit, you a winner
But rappers take a loss cause I like beginners
Now they fight cause I wrecked the place
And they mad cause bet a against the rapping ace
You got live, and pulled out
But you caught it, fifty cross the face
Never have I ever a loss in rhyming
On the microphone checkin', cause all timing
(right here is he starts to get ill)
are breeded on disrespect
You can catch it like a shortstop, right in the
I got to beat and rhymes in artillary
I need to load cause ain't nobody killin' me
Cut terrorist, boost the scratch
I tell'em there ain't no match
Cause I'm armor, and you a country jerri curl
Still wearing 85'
There's no way you get props you deserve
The only you get here is served
Not food or drink but is pain
Raps the game, I take it to the
Took a to the dungeon and wrecked his world
in his face while he cried like a girl
I it down so he understood
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 what ya do to win
As long as in
I that from my main man rap (kool g rap)
Who said if I always my microphone strapped
I'll bring and danger to beats and basslines
Cause my rhymes are like a loaded tech
(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 been for quite some time now!!)
I was a black born with the mind to create words and rhymes that sound
The
Freddie the foxxx is a master, my builds faster, then the average rappers

You might try and the power
Destroy the man that rhymes and for hours
But you see I know what time it is
A lot of pop up, then fizz
when it's time to see who's the real boss
They all sing like ross
(the few lines are on some ill rakimesque battle shit. don't sleep)
I set standards ,follow my mind and calmly
What I you greatly appreciate
I don't under pressure and I don't cry
Peep both my eyes and on the bullseye
I'm the master when comes
I wreck compitition, and label'em
If you was nice before you nice no more
Freddie foxxx, top
When I hit prime time airwaves rhymes
Freddie the foxxx had and the right style
I stay cool, my never swells
But got gel-led
(that one is all the delivery)
Juice was drippin' from your mouth ,you slobbin
So mad at freddie , boy your start throbbin'
Try to get paid on the tip
But once again..you
I got control of your mind and soul
Now you feel like 90 years old
and crawlin', totally disabled
Beating your head with the mike and a
(fat)
Down to last leg, beggin' for mercy
This is happen to those who try to hurt me
Come strong and you get props son
Hold on tight to your rhymes ,don't drop
(that's a clever one. it's in my head.)
You fast, freddie foxxx thinks faster
I'm the master