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 rapper yet to phase me
Beats are played like a horse in the
Then the voice of the rapper freddie foxxx is
(I don't get that horse either but keep reading)
in dough, if you bet and you hit, you a winner
But rappers take a loss I treat'em like beginners
Now they wanna fight I wrecked the place
And they mad they bet a against the rapping ace
You got live, and pulled out
But you caught it, fifty cross the face
Never have I took a loss in rhyming
On the checkin', cause 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 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 jerri farmer
Still wearing 85'
no way you get props 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
Took a to the dungeon and wrecked his world
in his face while he cried like a girl
I broke it down so he
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 horse
(those last few are my shit)
Raps the game, so do what ya do to win
As long as in
I learned that my main man rap (kool g rap)
Who if I always kept my microphone strapped
I'll bring terror and danger to beats and
my rhymes are like a loaded tech nine
(hey, it was 91' allowed to be corny once in a while)
On and on I go and I stop the flow
You for a break...no
(he's been rhyming for quite some now!!)
I was a black child born the mind to create 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, fizz
Cause when it's time to see who's the real
all sing like diana ross
(the few lines are on some ill rakimesque battle shit. don't sleep)
I set ,follow my mind and calmly wait
What I create you greatly
I don't fold under and I don't cry
Peep both my eyes and focus on the
I'm the when danger 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 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 your ,you were slobbin
So mad at freddie , boy your head start
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
Crippled and crawlin', totally
Beating your head with the mike and a
(fat)
Down to last leg, beggin' for mercy
This is what to those who try to hurt me
strong and you might get props son
Hold on tight to rhymes ,don't drop none
(that's a one. it's always in my head.)
You think fast, freddie thinks faster
I'm the master