Luyện nghe bài hát Slave

I'm gettin the ahh, I'm gettin the ahh the
weak that I hear no lyrical styles come near
to the one who boasts like
On the mic truck, cuz I never a fuck
I hate the shit, man it be fuckin with my soul
I peeped how radio be trying to take
Tellin me to get a lighter on my lyrics
But if it ain't on the mic I can't feel it
Straight my bloodstream, I pump finesse
Nevertheless, it in your chest like stress
Rhythm and blues is not in my environment
And when I "slowww dowwwn" it's to take a hit
But I fall off, call off your set
and if you never knew me, then you never wreck
Look of the mind and see
Cause you might be trapped with a nigga me

I feel like I'm in the motherfuckin cave
To the I'm a slave, lookin in my grave
Jugulur vein out my neck, you see the rage
I move I groove cuz I'm into, the stage
of the Buckshot, black, I'm bringin it
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 play on the d low, kid you know my
I roll on more niggaz than
We just bumrush your set
Me AND my niggaz on the mic check
Like my nigga Smif gettin on the gift
Then I toss 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 I'ma take you the stage
in the mind of a slave