Luyện nghe bài hát Slave

I'm gettin the ahh, I'm the ahh from the
weak shit that I hear no styles come near
to the one who like Buck
On the mic truck, cuz I never a fuck
I hate the weak shit, man it be fuckin with my
I peeped how radio be trying to control
Tellin me to get a little on my lyrics
But if it ain't real on the mic I can't it
Straight from my bloodstream, I finesse
Nevertheless, hold it in chest like stress
Rhythm and blues is not in my environment
And when I "slowww dowwwn" it's time to a hit
But I fall off, call off your set
and if you knew me, then you never knew wreck
Look inside of the and see
Cause you might be trapped with a like me

I feel like I'm in the motherfuckin cave
To the rhythm I'm a slave, lookin in my
Jugulur vein bustin out my neck, you see the
I when I groove cuz I'm into, the stage
of the Buckshot, black, I'm bringin it
to the roots, like Timberland boots, on my rack
And I don't a FUCK what you say
Commercial rap, get the gun clap, day day
don't play on the d low, kid you know my steelo
I roll on niggaz than cee-lo
We might just bumrush set
Me AND my on the real mic check
my nigga Smif gettin swift on the gift
Then I toss lesson to my nigga Wessun
And my nigga Five from the of Moon
Pass the Crooked I, yo pass the boom
you're ready I'ma take you into the stage
Deep in the mind of a