Luyện nghe bài hát The Master

I'm in the of the mike and i'mma get live and crazy
I ain't met rapper that's yet to phase me
Beats are played a horse in the third
the voice of the rapper freddie foxxx is heard
(I don't get that horse either but keep reading)
Give in dough, if you bet and you hit, you a
But rappers take a loss cause I treat'em like
Now they wanna cause I wrecked the place
And they mad cause they bet a the rapping ace
You got live, and out mace
But you caught it, buck cross the face
have I ever took a loss in rhyming
On the microphone checkin', it's all timing
(right here is he starts to get ill)
Rappers are breeded on
You can it like a shortstop, right in the chest
I got to beat and rhymes in artillary
I don't need to 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 only thing you get here is
Not food or but this is pain
the game, I take it to the brain
Took a rapper to the dungeon and his world
Laughed in his face he cried like a girl
I it down so he understood
If you live by the of foxxx, you gotta be good
Bumped his girl his sister his neice
stepped off like a natural born horse thief
(those few lines are my shit)
Raps the game, so do what ya do to win
As as your in
I learned that from my man rap (kool g rap)
Who said if I kept my microphone strapped
I'll terror and danger to beats and basslines
Cause my are like a loaded tech nine
(hey, it was 91' he's allowed to be once in a while)
On and on I go and I won't the flow
You for a break...no
(he's rhyming for quite some time now!!)
I was a black child born with the mind to create words and rhymes that
The
Freddie the foxxx is a master, my mind faster, then the average rappers

You might try and the power
the man that rhymes and rhymes for hours
But you see I know what time it is
A lot of rappers pop up, then
Cause when it's time to see the real boss
They all sing diana ross
(the next few lines are on some ill rakimesque shit. don't sleep)
I set standards ,follow my mind and wait
What I create you greatly
I don't fold pressure and I don't cry
Peep both my eyes and focus on the
I'm the master when comes
I compitition, and label'em bums
If you was before 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 drippin' your mouth ,you were slobbin
So mad at , boy your head start throbbin'
Try to get paid on the tip
But again..you slip
I got control of your mind and soul
Now you feel like your 90 old
and crawlin', totally disabled
Beating your head with the mike and a
(fat)
Down to your leg, beggin' for mercy
is what happen to those who try to hurt me
Come strong and you might get son
on tight to your rhymes ,don't drop none
(that's a clever one. always in my head.)
You think fast, foxxx thinks faster
I'm the master