Luyện nghe bài hát I Know You Got Soul

It's been a long time I shouldn't left you
Without a rhyme to step to
Think of how many shows you slept through
Time's up I'm I kept you
Thinking of this you keep you miss
The from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio on the dial soon
As you it pump up the volume
Dance wit the speaker 'til you hear it
Then in the headphone 'cause here it go
It's a 4 letter word it's heard, it control
Your body to (You got it) soul,
Detects the tempo a red alert
Reaches 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 will go
Def wit the record that was mixed a time 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
the paper like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm 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 know you got

Picture a mic, the is empty
A beat this might tempt me
To pose, show my and my fat gold chain
Grab the mic like I'm on Soul
But wait 'cause I mastered this
Let the others go first so the don't miss
B. break the sticks (you got it)
Rakim will when you make the mix
I'll experiment like a
You to rhyme, you gotta sign my list
'Cause I'm a manifest and the mic I hold
You it next? then you gotta have soul
'Cause if you 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 want to get on me
Think about it, wait, your rhyme
Forget it and don't your time
I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controlling it
Drop the mic, you shouldn't be it
This is how it be done
style is identical to none
Some try to it sound like this but you're getting me
So upset I'm wet 'cause you're sweating me
I drip steam like a fiend
to MC is my theme
I get hype when I hear a roll
is on the mic and you know 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 can't say my
First of all, I'm the soloist, the controller
gets stronger as I get older
Constant elevation causes
I write my while I cool in my mansion
put it on tape and in the city I test it
Then on the the R's requested
You to it, the concept might break you
'Cause almost anyone can to
out of hand, I'm give him handles
Light 'em up, 'em out like candles
Or I just let him melt?
give him a hand so they 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 stop to see you got
Get off the mic I get too hot
I want to see which can dance the best
It should be 'cause the beat is fresh
Now if your Uptown, Brooklyn- bound,
The Bronx, Queens, or Long Sound,
Even other states come and exact,
It ain't where you're from, it's you're at
Since you came here, you to show and prove
And do that until it don't move
'Cause all you need is soul self-esteem release,
The rest is up to you, Rakim 'll say

You got it