Luyện nghe bài hát Slave

I'm the ahh, I'm gettin the ahh from the
weak shit that I no lyrical styles come near
to the one who boasts like
On the mic truck, cuz I never gave a
I hate the weak shit, man it be fuckin my soul
I how radio be trying to take control
Tellin me to get a little on my lyrics
But if it ain't real on the mic I can't it
Straight from my bloodstream, I finesse
Nevertheless, hold it in your like stress
Rhythm and blues is not in my environment
And when I "slowww dowwwn" it's to take a hit
But until I off, call off your set
and if you never knew me, then you never wreck
inside 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 don't give a 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 just bumrush your set
Me AND my niggaz on the real mic
Like my nigga Smif swift on the gift
Then I another lesson to my nigga Wessun
And my nigga from the tribe of Moon
Pass the Crooked I, yo pass the boom
Whenever you're ready take you into the stage
Deep in the mind of a