Luyện nghe bài hát Slave

I'm the ahh, I'm gettin the ahh from the
weak shit that I no lyrical styles come near
to the one who boasts Buck
On the mic truck, cuz I never a fuck
I the weak shit, man it be fuckin with my soul
I peeped how radio be trying to control
me to get a little lighter on my lyrics
But if it ain't real on the mic I feel it
from my bloodstream, I pump finesse
Nevertheless, hold it in your chest like
and blues style is not in my environment
And I "slowww dowwwn" it's time to take a hit
But until I fall off, 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 I'm a slave, lookin in my grave
Jugulur bustin out my neck, you see the rage
I move 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
rap, get the gun clap, day after day
Niggaz play on the d low, kid you know my steelo
I roll on more than cee-lo
We just bumrush your set
Me AND my niggaz on the mic check
Like my nigga Smif swift on the gift
Then I toss another lesson to my Wessun
And my nigga Five from the of Moon
Pass the Crooked I, bitch yo pass the
Whenever you're ready take you into the stage
Deep in the mind of a