Luyện nghe bài hát Tru Master

Your highness, live the bricks, one six
Pete Rock bang your head, the drumsticks
Verbal assault, rippin' through the mix
Specialist, with the smash that can flip

Savagely attack this, with, accurate aim
Spark the flame, burn this inside the
Ride tracks like the Train, hold ya brain
In the state of shock, make 'em drop hits of

I bang with the big boys, those who hold
Amateurs get hung they own gold chains
I blades, best bring grenades against
A tru master, way your freshman attempts

rounds on the floor, evidence of the war
It's on 'til the death, 'til we the score
You can measure, to the standard, of the most
demanded, rap classics

Pop while the style knock your tops off
Ghetto summer jam's got the streets off
Plots to knock me off get short
Armed with my thoughts, the world with an unknown force

Aiyyo, we had the bass pound speakers, toed Adidas
Original rap with new school
(True)
Graffiti art with fat gold chains
Shock the world cousin, while hip-hop

I'm a master, you can check my credentials
in the MC field
Master, preacher, poet, a
the master from the master

Yo I drop jewels like hail, rap the third rail
Transmit def styles sign language in braille
In hot of Donald Trump rap loot
Produce what you with Navy Seal mic troops

Spark the S-P, slaughter, Pete Rock of
Miraculous lyrics that tread
A rap nigga, show respect, write that connect
Collaborate, bread with Kurupt and Deck

Keep my feet blessed, with the Scottie Pippen's
In the game of life, I all positions
look and listen, total package, yes a true master
Produce rhymes, hits faster

The master of the game, artist by name
Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the
Passionate colors, the number one Soul Brother
All eyes on us, guard your grill and cover

Aiyyo, we had the bass speakers, shell toed Adidas
Original rap new school leaders
(True)
Graffiti art names fat gold chains
Shock the world cousin, while remains

I'm a true master, you can check my
in the MC field
Master, preacher, poet, a
From the from the master

I'm the epicenter of this natural
I'm with smashes, cold and hot flashin'
Masters of self, a whole carload of
Like your host is

Death the intellect from wizards to warlocks
I'm sore ock, I'm raw ock four glocks, smallpox
ways to get paid, more ways to display
More to say, more AK's to spray

God is good up in the hood
Done things bad, done some things good
Me and is like rhymes to chemicals, clash
Atom to mustard gas

We intervene, I ya, take ya to a whole difference scene
AR-15's and Got em jumpin, like
I swallowed a gang of beans
Explode and reload, we machines

in war, Kurupt's a mad star
I'm a hard dogg, raw dogg, hog the gold paw

Dogg Gangstaz
I'm a Pound Gangsta
I'm a Dogg Pound
Inspectah Deck and Kurupt and Rock to drop the beat

of art
Be the motherfucker
With the beats, with the
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