Luyện nghe bài hát Slave

I'm the ahh, I'm gettin the ahh from the
shit that I hear no lyrical styles come near
to the one who like Buck
On the mic truck, cuz I never gave a
I hate the weak shit, man it be fuckin my soul
I peeped how radio be trying to take
Tellin me to get a lighter on my lyrics
But if it ain't on the mic I can't feel it
from my bloodstream, I pump finesse
Nevertheless, it in your chest like stress
Rhythm and style is not in my environment
And when I "slowww dowwwn" it's time to a hit
But until I fall off, off your set
and if you never knew me, then you never knew
Look inside of the and see
Cause you might be with a nigga like me

I feel like I'm trapped in the cave
To the rhythm I'm a slave, in my grave
vein bustin out my neck, you see the rage
I when I groove 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
rap, get the gun clap, day after day
Niggaz don't on the d low, kid you know my steelo
I roll on niggaz than cee-lo
We just bumrush your set
Me AND my on the real mic check
my nigga Smif gettin swift on the gift
Then I toss another lesson to my nigga
And my nigga from the tribe of Moon
Pass the Crooked I, bitch yo the boom
you're ready I'ma take you into the stage
Deep in the of a slave