Luyện nghe bài hát I Know You Got Soul

It's been a long time I shouldn't left you
a strong rhyme to step to
Think of how many weak shows you through
Time's up I'm sorry I you
Thinking of this you keep you miss
The rhymes the microphone soloist
And you sit by the hand on the dial soon
As you it pump up the volume
Dance wit the 'til you hear it blow
Then plug in the headphone 'cause it go
a 4 letter word when it's heard, it control
Your body to (You got it) soul,
Detects the tempo a red alert
Reaches your reflex, so let it
this is playing, you can't get stuck wit
The steps, so get set and I'm a come up wit
A gift to be swift, the leader, the rhyme will go
Def wit the record that was mixed a long ago
It can be done but I can do it
For those that can dance and your hands to it
I start to and then I sink
the paper like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in the lines,
I escape I finish the rhyme
I got

You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
I know you got

Picture a mic, the stage is
A beat like might tempt me
To pose, show my and my fat gold chain
Grab the mic like I'm on Train
But wait 'cause I mastered this
Let the go first so the brothers don't miss
Eric B. break the (you got it)
Rakim will when you make the mix
I'll experiment a scientist
You want to rhyme, you gotta sign my
'Cause I'm a and bless the mic I hold
You want it next? you gotta have soul
'Cause if you ain't got it, I'm a an encore
Take the mic, make the people for
The are, 'cause that's the way it'll to be
If you to get on after me
Think it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it and don't waste time
'Cause I'll be in the if you ain't controlling it
the mic, you shouldn't be holding it
This is how it be done
style is identical to none
Some try to make it sound like this but getting me
So upset I'm wet 'cause you're sweating me
I drip like a microphone fiend
Eager to MC is my
I get when I hear a drum roll
Rakim is on the mic and you I got soul

You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it

I got soul (you got it) that's why I
To teach who can't say my name
of all, I'm the soloist, the soul controller
Rakim gets stronger as I get
Constant elevation expansion
I write my while I cool in my mansion
Then put it on tape and in the city I it
Then on the the R's requested
You to it, the concept might break you
'Cause anyone can relate to
Whoever's out of hand, I'm him handles
Light 'em up, blow 'em out candles
Or should I let him melt?
give him a hand so they can see how it felt
I'm not bold just 'cause I gold
Rakim is on the mic and you know I got

You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it

Now I'm a to see what you got
Get off the mic I get too hot
I want to see which posse can dance the
It should be easy 'cause the is fresh
Now if your from Uptown, bound,
The Bronx, Queens, or Island Sound,
Even states come right and exact,
It ain't where you're from, where you're at
you came here, you have to show and prove
And do that dance until it don't
all you need is soul self-esteem will release,
The rest is up to you, Rakim 'll say

You got it