Luyện nghe bài hát Slave 2 The Rhythm

Why is it that your stopped tickin, but you still keep clockin?
And no how hard you jinx, I keep rockin
Listen, hoe, cause I'm the one
And if you're for a fight, you found the right 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 it comes to dope rhymes on the mic, I'm the creator
I never look for trouble, but somehow it me
But yo, I just conquer it, and leave it all me
The l-y-t-e, outspoken
And when I rock a rhyme, sometimes I leave you
I'm mc lyte, comin and direct
I never lose a battle, I always come correct
In any case I win, and again
You see is at the top till the very end
And even though I may be short, believe, I don't take
Try luck and we'll see who will get done
I immediately, like quick fast
Don't turn your back, cause this be in your ass
And don't take I say too lightly
I beat you, defeat you so
Sneak up and hit you a fuckin tornado
Cause in the rap lyte's the fuckin a/k/a doe
The l, the y to the e
Shit, give me and I'll slay an mc
Whether it's in a crowd, or on the tip
I wax you and posse watch you trip and flip
As you the mic, cause you don't have the gift
To rip a style, fast or
(Why, lyte? ) too busy hoein it, sniffin up

Don't get mad, just a talent I was given
I'm sayin, I'm a slave to the rhythm

Bein that I'm dissin, I was
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, I'll chill and come to my senses
But next time you diss, think of the
Yo, I am no joke, I'm sharp like
Try to touch me, yo, bound to catch a fire
I never lose my cool, but if I do, yo, lost
I be to show and prove exactly who's the boss
Who gets the and then some
I diss you for the money, I diss you for the fun

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

It a whole album for you to try and diss me
And ha-ha-ha, slum bitch, you still me
But yo, I'm off the dissin tip, cause takes no creation
I'm into other things bring me accommodation
So I rap about funny things, or issues are serious
I rap a topic that leave my people curious
And times I diss to put one in their place
If I diss you on wax, then I diss you to your face
Some say I'm foul, and they don't like the way I'm
But yo, ask me if I
I'm a slave, I'm just a slave, I'm just a slave
To the rhythm

(They me lyte)
(And I'm a to the rhythm)
(Funky fresh, dressed to impress, to party)
'Gangstress', make me laugh

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