Luyện nghe bài hát Slave 2 The Rhythm

Why is it that your watch stopped tickin, but you still clockin?
And no matter how hard you jinx, I rockin
Listen, hoe, I'm the lyte one
And if you're lookin for a fight, you the right 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 rhymes on the mic, I'm the creator
I never look for trouble, but somehow it me
But yo, I just it, and leave it all behind me
The l-y-t-e, very
And when I rock a rhyme, sometimes I you chokin
I'm mc lyte, live and direct
I never lose a battle, cause I come correct
In any case I win, again and
You see lyte is at the top till the end
And even though I may be short, believe, I don't take
Try your luck and we'll see who will get
I immediately, like quick fast
Don't turn your back, cause this be in your ass
And don't what I say too lightly
I you, defeat you so quietly
Sneak up and hit you like a fuckin
Cause in the rap field lyte's the fuckin doe
The l, the y to the e
Shit, give me room and I'll an mc
Whether in a crowd, or on the sneak tip
I wax you and posse watch you trip and flip
As you the mic, cause you don't have the gift
To rip a style, fast or
(Why, ) too busy hoein it, sniffin up blow

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

Bein I'm dissin, I was reminiscin
You was at my show, yo, you was on a
(Yo, you tellin me, lyte? ) she was ass-kissin
No show, you hoe, no work, you
(Cool, lyte, I her feelings are hurt)
Alright, I'll chill and come to my senses
But next time you diss, of the consequences
Yo, I am no joke, I'm sharp barbwire
Try to me, yo, you're bound to catch a fire
I never lose my cool, but if I do, yo, lost
I be forced to show and exactly who's the boss
Who gets the income and some
I don't you for the money, I diss you for the fun

get mad, it's just a talent I was given
What I'm sayin, I'm a to the rhythm

It a whole album for you to try and diss me
And ha-ha-ha, slum bitch, you still me
But yo, I'm off the dissin tip, cause that no creation
I'm into other things that bring me
So I rap about things, or issues that are serious
Sometimes I rap a topic that leave my curious
And times I diss to put one in their place
If I diss you on wax, then I diss you to your face
Some say I'm foul, and they don't the way I'm livin
But yo, ask me if I
I'm just a slave, I'm just a slave, I'm a slave
To the rhythm

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

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