Luyện nghe bài hát I Know You Got to Soul

It's a long time I shouldn't have left you
a strong rhyme to step to
Think of how many weak you slept through
Time's up I'm I kept you
Thinking of you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial
As you it pump up the volume
Dance wit the speaker 'til you it blow
Then in the headphone 'cause here it go
It's a 4 letter word when it's heard, it
Your to dance (You got it) soul,
Detects the tempo like a red
Reaches your reflex, so let it
When this is playing, you 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 that was mixed a long time ago
It can be done but I can do it
For that can dance and clap your hands to it
I to think and then I sink
Into the paper I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm in between the lines,
I escape when I finish the
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 this might me
To pose, show my rings and my fat gold
Grab the mic like I'm on Train
But wait 'cause I mastered this
Let the others go first so the brothers miss
B. break the sticks (you got it)
Rakim will begin when you the mix
I'll like a scientist
You want to rhyme, you gotta sign my
'Cause I'm a manifest and bless the mic I
You want it next? then you gotta soul
'Cause if you got it, I'm a make an encore
Take the mic, make the people for
The are, 'cause that's the way it'll to be
If you to get on after me
Think about it, wait, erase your
it and don't waste your time
'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you controlling it
Drop the mic, you be holding it
This is how it be done
This is identical to none
Some try to make it sound like but you're getting me
So upset that I'm wet you're sweating me
I drip like 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 (you got it) that's why I came
To teach who can't say my name
of all, I'm the soloist, the soul controller
Rakim gets stronger as I get
elevation 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 the R's requested
You listen to it, the concept might you
'Cause almost anyone can to
out of hand, I'm give him handles
Light 'em up, 'em out like candles
Or should I let him melt?
Then give him a so they can see how it felt
I'm not just 'cause 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 to see what you got
Get off the mic I get too hot
I want to see posse can dance the best
It be easy 'cause the beat is fresh
Now if your from Uptown, bound,
The Bronx, Queens, or Long Sound,
Even states come right and exact,
It ain't where from, it's where you're at
Since you came here, you have to show and
And do that dance until it don't
'Cause all you need is self-esteem will release,
The rest is up to you, 'll say peace

You got it