Luyện nghe bài hát Slave 2 The Rhythm

Why is it that your watch tickin, but you still keep clockin?
And no matter how you jinx, I keep rockin
Listen, hoe, I'm the lyte one
And if you're lookin for a fight, you found the one
(They me lyte)
(And I'm a to the rhythm)
(Funky fresh, to impress, ready to party)

I'm not a procrastinator, or a
But when it comes to dope on the mic, I'm the creator
I never for trouble, but somehow it finds me
But yo, I conquer it, and leave it all behind me
The l-y-t-e, very
And when I rock a rhyme, I leave you chokin
I'm mc lyte, comin and direct
I never a battle, cause I always come correct
In any case I win, and again
You see lyte is at the top the very end
And even though I may be short, believe, I don't none
Try your and we'll see who will get done
I immediately, like quick fast
Don't turn back, cause this mic'll be in your ass
And don't take I say too lightly
I beat you, defeat you so
up and hit you like a fuckin tornado
Cause in the rap field lyte's the a/k/a doe
The l, the y to the e
Shit, give me room and I'll an mc
Whether it's in a crowd, or on the tip
I wax you and your watch you trip and flip
As you drop the mic, cause you don't the gift
To rip a style, fast or
(Why, lyte? ) too busy hoein it, up blow

Don't get mad, it's just a I was given
What I'm sayin, I'm a slave to the

Bein I'm dissin, I was reminiscin
You was at my show, yo, you was on a
(Yo, what you tellin me, lyte? ) she was
No show, you hoe, no work, you
(Cool, lyte, I think her are hurt)
Alright, I'll chill and I'll come to my
But next time you diss, of the consequences
Yo, I am no joke, I'm like barbwire
Try to touch me, yo, you're bound to catch a
I lose my cool, but if I do, yo, you're lost
I be forced to show and prove exactly who's the
Who gets the and then some
I don't you for the money, I diss you for the fun

Don't get mad, it's just a I was given
What I'm sayin, I'm a to the rhythm

It took a whole for you to try and diss me
And ha-ha-ha, bitch, you still missed me
But yo, I'm off the tip, cause that takes no creation
I'm other things that bring me accommodation
So I rap about funny things, or issues are serious
Sometimes I rap a topic that leave my people
And other times I to put one in their place
If I diss you on wax, then I will you to your face
Some say I'm foul, and they like the way I'm livin
But yo, ask me if I
I'm a slave, I'm just a slave, I'm just a slave
To the rhythm

(They me lyte)
(And I'm a to the rhythm)
(Funky fresh, to impress, ready to party)
'Gangstress', don't make me

And your eyes on this
And keep your eyes on
(They me lyte)
(And I'm a to the rhythm)
(Funky fresh, to impress, ready to party)