Luyện nghe bài hát Slave 2 The Rhythm

Why is it that your stopped tickin, but you still keep clockin?
And no how hard you jinx, I keep rockin
Listen, hoe, cause I'm the one
And if lookin for a fight, you found 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 dope on the mic, I'm the creator
I never look for trouble, but somehow it me
But yo, I just conquer it, and it all behind me
The l-y-t-e, very
And when I rock a rhyme, sometimes I you chokin
I'm mc lyte, comin live and
I lose 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 take
Try your luck and see who will get done
I mean immediately, like fast
Don't turn your back, this mic'll be in your ass
And don't take I say too lightly
I beat you, defeat you so
Sneak up and hit you a fuckin tornado
Cause in the rap field the fuckin a/k/a 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 your posse watch you and flip
As you drop the mic, you don't have the gift
To rip a style, or slow
(Why, ) too busy hoein it, sniffin up blow

Don't get mad, it's just a talent I was
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, ) she was ass-kissin
No show, you hoe, no work, you
(Cool, lyte, I think her are hurt)
Alright, I'll chill and I'll to my senses
But time you diss, think of the consequences
Yo, I am no joke, I'm like barbwire
Try to touch me, yo, you're to catch a fire
I lose my cool, but if I do, yo, you're lost
I be forced to show and exactly who's the boss
Who gets the and then some
I don't you for the money, I diss you for the fun

Don't get mad, just a talent 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, slum bitch, you still 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 diss 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 just a slave, I'm 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 me laugh

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