Luyện nghe bài hát I Know You Got Soul

It's a long time I shouldn't have left you
Without a strong to step to
Think of how many weak shows you slept
Time's up I'm sorry I you
Thinking of you keep repeating you miss
The from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial
As you it pump up the volume
Dance wit the speaker 'til you hear it
Then plug in the headphone here it go
a 4 letter word when it's heard, it control
Your body to (You got it) soul,
Detects the like a red alert
your reflex, so let it work
When 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, follow the leader, the rhyme go
Def wit the record that was mixed a long ago
It can be but only I can do it
For those can dance and clap your hands to it
I start to and then I sink
Into the paper I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm in between the lines,
I when I finish the rhyme
I got

You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
I you got soul

Picture a mic, the stage is
A beat like might tempt me
To pose, my rings and my fat gold chain
Grab the mic I'm on Soul Train
But I'll wait 'cause I this
Let the others go first so the brothers don't
Eric B. break the (you got it)
will begin when you make the mix
I'll like a scientist
You want to rhyme, you sign my list
'Cause I'm a manifest and bless the mic I
You want it next? you gotta have soul
if you ain't got it, I'm a make an encore
Take the mic, make the respond for
The are, 'cause that's the way it'll to be
If you want to get on me
about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it and don't your time
'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't it
Drop the mic, you be holding it
This is how it should be
This is identical to none
Some try to make it like this but you're getting me
So upset that I'm wet 'cause you're me
I drip like a microphone fiend
Eager to MC is my
I get hype when I hear a 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 (you got it) that's why I came
To teach those who can't say my
First of all, I'm the soloist, the soul
Rakim gets as I get older
Constant causes expansion
I write my rhyme while I in my mansion
Then put it on and in the city I test 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 give him
Light 'em up, blow 'em out like
Or should I just let him
Then give him a hand so they can see how it
I'm not bold just 'cause I gold
Rakim is on the mic and you I got soul

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

Now I'm a stop to see you got
Get off the mic I get too hot
I want to see posse can dance the best
It should be easy the beat is fresh
Now if your Uptown, Brooklyn- bound,
The Bronx, Queens, or Island Sound,
other states come right and exact,
It ain't where you're from, it's where at
Since you came here, you have to and prove
And do that dance until it move
'Cause all you is soul self-esteem will release,
The rest is up to you, 'll say peace

You got it