Luyện nghe bài hát I Know You Got Soul

It's a long time I shouldn't have left you
Without a rhyme to step to
Think of how weak shows you slept through
Time's up I'm sorry I you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you
The rhymes the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial
As you hear it up the volume
Dance wit the 'til you hear it blow
Then plug in the headphone 'cause it go
It's a 4 letter when it's heard, it control
Your to dance (You got it) soul,
Detects the tempo a red alert
your reflex, so let it work
When this is playing, you can't get 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 a long time ago
It can be done but I can do it
For that can dance and clap your hands to it
I start to think and I sink
Into the like I was ink
I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines,
I escape 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 is empty
A beat like this might me
To pose, my rings and my fat gold chain
Grab the mic like I'm on Soul
But I'll wait I mastered this
Let the others go first so the brothers don't
Eric B. the sticks (you got it)
Rakim will begin you make the mix
I'll experiment like a
You to rhyme, you gotta sign my list
'Cause I'm a and bless the mic I hold
You want it next? then you 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 have to be
If you to get on after me
Think about it, wait, your rhyme
Forget it and don't waste time
'Cause be in the crowd if you ain't controlling it
the mic, you shouldn't be holding it
This is how it should be
This style is to none
Some try to it sound like this but you're getting me
So upset that I'm wet 'cause sweating me
I drip steam a microphone fiend
to MC is my theme
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 soul (you got it) that's why I
To teach those who say my name
First of all, I'm the soloist, the soul
Rakim gets stronger as I get
Constant elevation expansion
I my rhyme while I cool in my mansion
Then put it on tape and in the I test it
on the radio the R's requested
You listen to it, the might break you
almost anyone can relate to
Whoever's out of hand, I'm him handles
Light 'em up, 'em out like candles
Or should I let him melt?
give him a hand so they can see how it felt
I'm not bold just I rock 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 which posse can dance the
It should be easy 'cause the beat is
Now if your Uptown, Brooklyn- bound,
The Bronx, Queens, or Island Sound,
Even other states right and exact,
It ain't you're from, it's where you're at
Since you came here, you have to show and
And do that until it don't move
'Cause all you is soul self-esteem will release,
The is up to you, Rakim 'll say peace

You got it