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 a fuck
I the weak shit, man it be fuckin with my soul
I peeped how radio be to take control
Tellin me to get a little on my lyrics
But if it ain't on the mic I can't feel it
Straight 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" time to take a hit
But until I fall off, off your set
and if you never knew me, then you never knew
inside of the mind and see
Cause you might be with a nigga like me

I feel like I'm in the motherfuckin cave
To the rhythm I'm a slave, lookin in my
vein bustin out my neck, you see the rage
I move when I groove cuz I'm into, the
of the Buckshot, black, I'm bringin it
to the roots, like boots, home on my rack
And I give a FUCK what you say
rap, get the gun clap, day after day
Niggaz don't play on the d low, kid you my steelo
I roll on niggaz than cee-lo
We might just bumrush set
Me AND my niggaz on the real mic
Like my nigga Smif gettin on the gift
Then I toss lesson 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 take you into the
in the mind of a slave