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 your deck
Sit down, relax, as I drop
attract the crowd once I got em down pat
I'm teachin the masses, up for classes
blind to the truth, so i'ma get you some glasses
Cause as I flow, my rep to grow
And brothers diss me, cause they all know
That I can get raw and hang the rest of em
be frontin, but finesse'll be testin em
As I rhyme, and for perfection
It used to be mics, now it's I'm collectin
Mike is on the wheels of fortune
You don't none so proceed with caution
Clap along, you didn't know I was that strong
To kick a rap on top of a platform
A stage, I speak I bring 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 that
I don't front when time for a autograph
A grammy for rap is what I oughta have
Made up, cause I ate up, the comp'
Set up a beat, and watch me
Like a boot, hot in pursuit, now me troop
Do I keep the
me a mic yo and watch me damage it
Brothers run it, because they handle it
Now mc's I amaze, and daze
Just max -- you're a slave to my

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

[lord
Now I'm a brother, who is far from
lord finesse, the mc and yours truly
Who will take your girl just a known crook
All I is a mic and a phonebook
Yo, I go on deep, don't need a to flip
You try to copy, but can't even hang it?
Chill, yo, you can't master
I drop science a kid from catholic school
Back up, just give me room to flip
I get on the mic like some lunatic
the go, so watch me go
Lord got a soul, and d so
Suckers are rich with no type of written hits
But when approached by me they start bricks
I'm not sayin to jump or be of me
But in a battle, prepare to be
Dissed and beaten, up while I warm up
Or step in range, and get that ass up
Or get a beating kunta kinte
Cause ain't nothin happening steppin this way
Lookin all in my grill, don't know when to chill
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 got skill, so just remember that
Rhymes I say, express and with force
I get you hyped, like sexual
Eat mc's a dinner from swanson
Spring into action like the man bronson
Step in my way you will get
When tunin, to the lord finesse soundwave

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

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