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 keep
Listen, hoe, cause I'm the 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, dressed to impress, to party)

I'm not a procrastinator, or a
But when it to dope rhymes on the mic, I'm the creator
I look for trouble, but somehow it finds 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 and direct
I never lose a battle, cause I always come
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 luck and see who will get done
I mean immediately, like fast
Don't turn your back, cause this mic'll be in ass
And don't take what I say too
I beat you, 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 it's in a crowd, or on the tip
I wax you and your posse you trip and flip
As you drop the mic, cause you have the gift
To rip a style, or slow
(Why, lyte? ) too busy hoein it, sniffin up

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

that 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, chill and I'll come to my senses
But next time you diss, of the consequences
Yo, I am no joke, I'm sharp like
Try to touch me, yo, you're bound to 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 income and some
I diss you for the money, I diss you for the fun

Don't get mad, just a talent I was given
I'm sayin, I'm a slave 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 into things that bring me accommodation
So I rap about funny things, or issues that are
I rap a topic that leave my people curious
And other times I diss to put one in their
If I you on wax, then I will 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 goddamn

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