Luyện nghe bài hát Slave

I'm gettin the ahh, I'm gettin the ahh the
weak shit that I hear no lyrical styles near
to the one who boasts Buck
On the mic truck, cuz I never gave a
I hate the shit, man it be fuckin with my soul
I peeped how radio be trying to take
me to get a little lighter on my lyrics
But if it ain't on the mic I can't feel it
Straight from my bloodstream, I finesse
Nevertheless, it in your chest like stress
Rhythm and style is not in my environment
And when I "slowww dowwwn" time to take a hit
But I fall off, call off your 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 feel like I'm trapped in the cave
To the rhythm I'm a slave, lookin in my
vein bustin out my neck, you see the rage
I move I groove cuz I'm into, the stage
of the Buckshot, black, I'm it back
to the roots, like Timberland boots, home on my
And I don't a FUCK what you say
Commercial rap, get the gun clap, day day
Niggaz don't on the d low, kid you know my steelo
I roll on more niggaz than
We might just bumrush set
Me AND my niggaz on the mic check
Like my Smif gettin swift on the gift
Then I toss another to my nigga Wessun
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