Luyện nghe bài hát The Master

I'm in the midst of the mike and i'mma get and crazy
I ain't met rapper that's yet to phase 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)
Give in dough, if you bet and you hit, you a
But take a loss cause I treat'em like beginners
Now they wanna fight cause I the place
And they mad they bet a against the rapping ace
You got live, and out mace
But you it, buck fifty cross the face
Never have I ever took a loss in
On the checkin', cause it's all timing
(right here is where he to get ill)
Rappers are 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 load cause ain't killin' me
Cut terrorist, boost the scratch
While I tell'em there no match
Cause I'm armor, and you a country jerri curl
Still 85' bombers
There's no way you get you don't 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 to the dungeon and wrecked his world
Laughed in his face while he cried a girl
I broke it down so he
If you live by the laws of foxxx, you be good
Bumped his his sister then his neice
Then stepped off like a natural horse thief
(those few lines are my shit)
the game, so do what ya gotta do to win
As as your in
I learned from my main man rap (kool g rap)
Who said if I kept my microphone strapped
I'll terror and danger to beats and basslines
my rhymes are like a loaded tech nine
(hey, it was 91' he's allowed to be corny 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 that sound
The
the foxxx is a master, my mind builds faster, then the average rappers

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 pop up, then fizz
when it's time to see who's the real boss
They all like diana ross
(the next few lines are on some ill rakimesque battle shit. sleep)
I set standards ,follow my and calmly wait
What I create you greatly
I don't fold under pressure and I cry
both my eyes and focus on the bullseye
I'm the master when comes
I compitition, and label'em bums
If you was nice before you ain't nice no
foxxx, top destroyer
When I hit time airwaves with rhymes
Freddie the foxxx had time and the right
I stay cool, my head swells
But rappers got
(that one is all the delivery)
Juice was drippin' from your ,you were slobbin
So mad at freddie , boy head start throbbin'
Try to get paid on the tip
But once again..you
I got control of your mind and soul
Now you like your 90 years old
and crawlin', totally disabled
Beating your with the mike and a turntable
(fat)
Down to your leg, beggin' for mercy
This is what happen to those who try to me
Come strong and you might get son
Hold on tight to your rhymes ,don't none
(that's a clever one. it's in my head.)
You think fast, freddie foxxx thinks
I'm the master