Luyện nghe bài hát Slave to My Soundwave

[lord
Hear the crowd, and get the set
You still got time, so put a tape in tape deck
Sit down, relax, as I drop
Rhymes attract the crowd I got em down pat
I'm teachin the masses, up for classes
You're blind to the truth, so get you some glasses
Cause as I flow, my rep to grow
And brothers don't diss me, they all know
I can get raw and hang with the rest of em
Brothers be frontin, but be testin em
As I rhyme, and for perfection
It used to be mics, now girls I'm collectin
Mike smooth is on the wheels of
You don't want none so proceed with
Clap along, you didn't know I was that strong
To a rap song on top of a platform
A stage, when I speak I rage, shoot
I kick my rhymes from page to
Get em down pat, when it's time for a track
I don't scheme, cause I ain't livin like
I don't front when time for a autograph
A grammy award for rap is what I oughta
Made up, cause I ate up, most the
Set up a beat, and watch me
Like a boot, hot in pursuit, now me troop
Do I the loot?
Throw me a mic yo and me damage it
Brothers run it, because can't handle it
Now mc's I amaze, shock and
max -- you're a slave to my soundwave

* mike cuts "you're a slave to my soundwave" *

[lord
Now I'm a brother, who is far booty
lord finesse, the mc and yours truly
Who will take girl just like a known crook
All I need is a mic and a
Yo, I go on deep, don't a gang to flip
You try to copy, but can't even hang it?
Chill, yo, you master fool
I drop like a kid from catholic school
Back up, just give me some room to
I get wild on the mic some lunatic
With the go, so me go
finesse got a soul, and d so
Suckers are gettin with no type of written hits
But approached by me they start shittin bricks
I'm not sayin to jump or be of me
But in a battle, prepare to be
Dissed and beaten, ripped up I warm up
Or step in range, and get ass torn up
Or get a beating like kinte
Cause ain't nothin happening steppin this way
Lookin all in my grill, don't even know when to
the mic, soundin like a imbecile
A sucker, a pussy, a chump, a
Gettin booed, goin out like a
Shut your trap, as I to rap
Lord finesse got skill, so remember that
Rhymes I say, express and send force
I get you hyped, like sexual
Eat mc's like a dinner swanson
into action like the man charles bronson
Step in my way you get played
When you're tunin, to the lord soundwave

* mike smooth "you're a slave to my soundwave" *

[finesse] * talking smooth cuts *
Yo just about now I give a shout out
To my dj mike smooth, the premier
Slo-mo on the engineerin tip again
The chilly dee, the brother rhome
Donald d, ice-t, kid jazz, the disco
The rest of the rhyme
King sun, and destroy
Tragedy, and his dj, joe