Luyện nghe bài hát Slave

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

I feel I'm trapped in the motherfuckin cave
To the rhythm I'm a slave, lookin in my
Jugulur vein out my neck, you see the rage
I move when I groove cuz I'm into, the
of the Buckshot, black, I'm it back
to the roots, Timberland boots, home on my rack
And I give a FUCK 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 more than cee-lo
We might just your set
Me AND my niggaz on the real mic
my nigga Smif gettin swift on the gift
Then I toss another to my nigga Wessun
And my nigga Five the tribe of Moon
Pass the Crooked I, yo pass the boom
Whenever you're ready I'ma take you the stage
Deep in the mind of a