Luyện nghe bài hát Slave

I'm gettin the ahh, I'm gettin the ahh the
shit that I hear no lyrical styles come near
to the one who boasts like
On the mic truck, cuz I never a fuck
I hate the shit, man it be fuckin with my soul
I how radio be trying to take control
Tellin me to get a little lighter on my
But if it real on the mic I can't feel it
Straight from my bloodstream, I pump
Nevertheless, hold it in your chest stress
Rhythm and blues style is not in my
And I "slowww dowwwn" it's time to take a hit
But until I fall off, call off set
and if you never knew me, then you knew wreck
Look of the mind and see
Cause you might be with a nigga like me

I like I'm trapped in the motherfuckin cave
To the rhythm I'm a slave, in my grave
Jugulur vein out my neck, you see the rage
I move when I cuz I'm into, the stage
of the Buckshot, black, I'm bringin it
to the roots, like boots, home on my rack
And I don't give a what you say
Commercial rap, get the gun clap, day day
don't play on the d low, kid you know my steelo
I roll on more niggaz than
We might bumrush your set
Me AND my niggaz on the real mic
Like my nigga Smif gettin swift on the
Then I toss another lesson to my nigga
And my nigga Five from the tribe of
Pass the Crooked I, yo pass the boom
Whenever you're ready I'ma you into the stage
in the mind of a slave