Luyện nghe bài hát The Master

I'm in the midst of the mike and i'mma get and crazy
Cause I ain't met rapper yet to phase me
Beats are played like a in the third
Then the voice of the rapper freddie 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 a loss cause I treat'em like beginners
Now they wanna fight cause I the place
And they mad cause they bet a against the ace
You got live, and pulled out
But you caught it, buck fifty cross the
Never have I ever took a in rhyming
On the microphone checkin', cause it's all
(right here is he starts to get ill)
Rappers are breeded on
You can catch it like a shortstop, in the chest
I got access to and rhymes in artillary
I don't need to load ain't nobody killin' me
Cut terrorist, boost the track
While I tell'em ain't no match
Cause I'm armor, and you a country jerri curl
wearing 85' bombers
There's no way you get props you deserve
The only thing you get is served
Not food or but this is pain
the game, I take it to the brain
Took a to the dungeon and wrecked his world
Laughed in his while he cried like a girl
I broke it down so he
If you live by the of foxxx, you gotta be good
Bumped his his sister then his neice
Then stepped off a natural born horse thief
(those few lines are my shit)
Raps the game, so do ya gotta do to win
As long as in
I that from my main man rap (kool g rap)
Who said if I kept my microphone strapped
bring terror and danger to beats and basslines
Cause my rhymes are like a loaded tech
(hey, it was 91' he's allowed to be once in a while)
On and on I go and I stop 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 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 that rhymes and rhymes for
But you see I know what it really is
A lot of pop up, then fizz
Cause when it's time to see who's the boss
They all sing like ross
(the next few lines are on some ill rakimesque battle shit. sleep)
I set ,follow my mind and calmly wait
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 danger comes
I wreck compitition, and label'em
If you was nice before you ain't no more
Freddie foxxx, top
When I hit prime time with rhymes
the foxxx had time and the right style
I cool, my head never swells
But got gel-led
(that one is all the delivery)
Juice was drippin' from your mouth ,you were
So mad at freddie , boy your head throbbin'
Try to get paid on the tip
But once again..you
I got control of mind body and soul
Now you feel like 90 years old
Crippled and crawlin', disabled
Beating head with the mike and a turntable
(fat)
to your last leg, beggin' for mercy
This is what happen to those who try to 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