Luyện nghe bài hát Tru Master

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

Savagely attack this, clash with, aim
the flame, burn this inside the vein
Ride tracks like the Soul Train, ya brain
In the state of shock, make 'em drop of cocaine

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

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

Pop corks the style knock your tops off
Ghetto summer jam's got the blocked off
to knock me off get stopped short
Armed with my thoughts, move the world with an force

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God is good up in the hood
Done some things bad, some things good
Me and is like rhymes to chemicals, clash
bombs 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 jumpin'
Explode and reload, we machines

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

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

of art
Be the motherfucker
the beats, with the rhymes
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