Luyện nghe bài hát I Know You Got Soul

It's been a long time I have left you
a strong rhyme to step to
Think of how many weak shows you slept
up I'm sorry I kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you
The rhymes the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the soon
As you hear it pump up the
Dance wit the speaker you hear it blow
Then plug in the headphone here it go
It's a 4 letter word when heard, it control
Your body to (You got it) soul,
the tempo like a red alert
Reaches your reflex, so let it
When this is playing, you get stuck wit
The steps, so get set and I'm a still up wit
A to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go
Def wit the record that was a long time ago
It can be but only I can do it
For that can dance and clap your hands to it
I start to think and then I
Into the like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in the lines,
I when I finish the rhyme
I got

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

a mic, the stage is empty
A beat this 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 mastered
Let the others go so the brothers don't miss
B. break the sticks (you got it)
Rakim will begin you make the mix
I'll like a scientist
You to rhyme, you gotta sign my list
'Cause I'm a and bless the mic I hold
You want it next? then you gotta have
if you ain't got it, I'm a make an encore
Take the mic, make the people for
The are, 'cause the way it'll have to be
If you want to get on me
about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it and waste your 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
try to make it sound like this but you're getting me
So upset that I'm wet 'cause you're me
I drip like a microphone fiend
to MC is my theme
I get hype when I hear a drum
Rakim is on the mic and you know I got

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

I got soul (you got it) why I came
To teach who can't say my name
First of all, I'm the soloist, the soul
Rakim gets stronger as I get
Constant causes expansion
I write my rhyme while I in my mansion
Then put it on tape and in the city I it
Then on the radio the R's
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, 'em out like candles
Or should I let him melt?
Then give him a hand so can see how it felt
I'm not bold just 'cause I gold
is on the mic and you know I got soul

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 from Uptown, Brooklyn- bound,
The Bronx, Queens, or Island Sound,
other states come right and exact,
It ain't where from, it's where you're at
Since you came here, you have to and prove
And do that dance until it move
'Cause all you need is soul self-esteem release,
The is up to you, Rakim 'll say peace

You got it