Luyện nghe bài hát The Master

I'm in the of the mike and i'mma get live and crazy
Cause I ain't met rapper that's yet to me
Beats are played like a horse in the
Then the voice of the rapper freddie is heard
(I don't get that horse line either but reading)
in dough, if you bet and you hit, you a winner
But rappers 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 out mace
But you caught it, fifty cross the face
Never I ever took a loss in rhyming
On the microphone checkin', it's all timing
(right here is where he to get ill)
are breeded on disrespect
You can catch it like a shortstop, right in the
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 tell'em there ain't no
Cause I'm armor, and you a country curl farmer
wearing 85' bombers
There's no way you get props you deserve
The only thing you get is served
Not or drink but this is pain
Raps the game, I take it to the
Took a rapper to the dungeon and wrecked his
Laughed in his face while he cried like a
I it down so he understood
If you live by the laws of foxxx, you be good
Bumped his girl his sister then his
Then off like a natural born horse thief
(those last few are my shit)
the game, so do what ya gotta do to win
As as your in
I learned that my main man rap (kool g rap)
Who said if I always kept my microphone
I'll terror and danger to beats and basslines
Cause my rhymes are like a loaded tech
(hey, it was 91' allowed to be corny once in a while)
On and on I go and I won't the flow
You for a break...no
(he's been rhyming for some time now!!)
I was a black child born with the mind to words and rhymes that sound
The
Freddie the foxxx is a master, my mind builds faster, then the rappers

You might try and disconnect the
the man that rhymes and rhymes for hours
But you see I what time it really is
A lot of rappers pop up, then
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 shit. don't sleep)
I set standards ,follow my and calmly wait
What I create you appreciate
I don't fold pressure and I don't cry
Peep both my and focus on the bullseye
I'm the master when comes
I wreck compitition, and label'em
If you was nice before you ain't no more
Freddie foxxx, top
I hit prime time airwaves with rhymes
Freddie the foxxx had and the right style
I stay cool, my head swells
But rappers got
(that one is all the delivery)
Juice was drippin' from mouth ,you were slobbin
So mad at , boy your head start throbbin'
Try to get paid on the tip
But once again..you
I got control of your mind body and
Now you feel like your 90 old
Crippled and crawlin', totally
Beating your with the mike and a turntable
(fat)
Down to your last leg, beggin' for
This is what to those who try to hurt me
Come and you might get props son
Hold on to your rhymes ,don't drop none
(that's a clever one. it's in my head.)
You fast, freddie foxxx thinks faster
I'm the master