Luyện nghe bài hát The Master

I'm in the midst of the mike and get live and crazy
Cause I ain't met that's yet to phase me
Beats are played like a in the third
Then the voice of the rapper foxxx is heard
(I don't get that horse line but keep reading)
in dough, if you bet and you hit, you a winner
But take a loss cause I treat'em like beginners
Now they fight cause I wrecked the place
And mad cause they bet a against the rapping ace
You got live, and pulled out
But you caught it, buck fifty the face
have I ever took a loss in rhyming
On the microphone checkin', cause it's all
(right is where he starts to get ill)
are breeded on disrespect
You can catch it like a shortstop, right in the
I got access to beat and rhymes in
I don't need to load cause ain't killin' me
Cut terrorist, boost the track
While I tell'em ain't no match
Cause I'm armor, and you a country curl farmer
Still 85' bombers
There's no way you get props you don't
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 it down so he understood
If you by the laws of foxxx, you gotta be good
Bumped his girl his sister his neice
Then stepped off like a natural born thief
(those last few are my shit)
the game, so do what ya gotta do to win
As long as in
I that from my main man rap (kool g rap)
Who if I always kept my microphone strapped
I'll bring terror and danger to beats and
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 quite time now!!)
I was a child born with the mind to create words and rhymes that sound
The
the foxxx is a master, my mind builds faster, then the average rappers

You try and disconnect the power
Destroy the man that rhymes and for hours
But you see I know time it really is
A lot of rappers pop up, fizz
Cause it's time to see who's the real boss
They all sing diana ross
(the next few are on some ill rakimesque battle shit. don't sleep)
I set standards ,follow my mind and wait
What I create you appreciate
I don't fold under pressure and I cry
both my eyes and focus on the bullseye
I'm the master when danger
I wreck compitition, and bums
If you was before you ain't nice no more
foxxx, top destroyer
When I hit prime time airwaves rhymes
Freddie the foxxx had and the right style
I stay cool, my head never
But rappers got
(that one is all the delivery)
Juice was drippin' from your mouth ,you slobbin
So mad at freddie , boy your start throbbin'
Try to get paid on the tip
But once again..you
I got control of your mind and soul
Now you feel your 90 years old
Crippled and crawlin', totally
Beating your head with the and a turntable
(fat)
Down to last leg, beggin' for mercy
This is what happen to 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. it's in my head.)
You fast, freddie foxxx thinks faster
Cause I'm the