Luyện nghe bài hát Slave

I'm gettin the ahh, I'm the ahh from the
weak shit that I hear no lyrical 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 be trying to take control
Tellin me to get a little lighter on my
But if it ain't real on the mic I can't it
from my bloodstream, I pump finesse
Nevertheless, hold it in your chest stress
Rhythm and blues 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 wreck
Look of the mind and see
Cause you might be with a nigga like me

I feel like I'm trapped in the motherfuckin
To the rhythm I'm a slave, lookin in my
Jugulur vein bustin out my neck, you see the
I move when I cuz I'm into, the stage
of the Buckshot, black, I'm it back
to the roots, like Timberland boots, on my rack
And I give a FUCK what you say
Commercial rap, get the gun clap, day day
Niggaz don't play on the d low, kid you know my
I roll on more than cee-lo
We might just your set
Me AND my niggaz on the real mic
Like my nigga gettin swift on the gift
I toss another lesson to my nigga Wessun
And my nigga from the tribe of Moon
Pass the Crooked I, bitch yo pass the
Whenever ready I'ma take you into the stage
Deep in the mind of a