Luyện nghe bài hát I Know You Got to 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
up I'm sorry I kept you
Thinking of this you keep you miss
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 speaker you hear it blow
plug in the headphone 'cause here it go
It's a 4 word when it's heard, it control
Your body to (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 still up wit
A to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme 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
Into the 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 stage is
A beat like might tempt me
To pose, show my rings and my fat chain
Grab the mic like I'm on Soul
But I'll wait 'cause I mastered
Let the others go first so the don't miss
Eric B. break the (you got it)
Rakim begin when you make the mix
experiment like a scientist
You want to rhyme, you gotta sign my
'Cause I'm a manifest and the mic I hold
You want it next? you gotta have soul
'Cause if you ain't got it, I'm a make an
Take the mic, make the respond for
The are, that's the way it'll have to be
If you to get on after me
about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it and waste your time
'Cause be in the crowd if you ain't controlling it
Drop the mic, you shouldn't be it
This is how it be done
This is identical to none
Some try to make it sound this but you're getting me
So upset I'm wet 'cause you're sweating me
I drip steam like a microphone
to MC is my theme
I get hype 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 (you got it) that's why I came
To teach those who say my name
of all, I'm the soloist, the soul controller
Rakim stronger as I get older
Constant causes expansion
I write my rhyme while I in my mansion
put it on tape and in the city I test it
Then on the radio the R's
You listen to it, the concept break you
almost anyone can relate to
Whoever's out of hand, I'm him handles
Light 'em up, blow 'em out like
Or should I let him melt?
give him a hand so they can see how it felt
I'm not bold just 'cause I rock
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 stop to see you got
Get off the mic I get too hot
I want to see which posse can the best
It should be easy the beat is fresh
Now if your Uptown, Brooklyn- bound,
The Bronx, Queens, or Long Sound,
Even states come right and exact,
It ain't where you're from, where you're at
Since you came here, you to show and prove
And do dance until it don't move
'Cause all you need is self-esteem will release,
The is up to you, Rakim 'll say peace

You got it