Luyện nghe bài hát I Know You Got to Soul

It's been a long time I have left you
Without a strong rhyme to to
Think of how many shows you slept through
up I'm sorry I kept you
Thinking of you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio on the dial soon
As you hear it pump up the
Dance wit the speaker 'til you it blow
plug 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
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 gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme go
Def wit the that was mixed a long time ago
It can be done but I can do it
For those that can dance and your hands to it
I start to think and then I
Into the paper I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in 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 I'm on Soul Train
But I'll wait I mastered this
Let the others go first so the brothers miss
B. break the sticks (you got it)
Rakim will when you make the mix
I'll like a scientist
You want to rhyme, you gotta sign my
'Cause I'm a and bless the mic I hold
You want it next? then you gotta soul
'Cause if you ain't got it, I'm a make an
Take the mic, the people respond for
The are, 'cause that's the way have to be
If you to get on after me
about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it and don't waste your
'Cause be in the crowd if you ain't controlling it
Drop the mic, you shouldn't be it
This is how it should be
style 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 steam a microphone fiend
Eager to MC is my
I get when I hear a drum roll
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) that's why I
To teach those who can't say my
First of all, I'm the soloist, the controller
Rakim stronger as I get older
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 to it, the concept might 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?
Then 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 to see which posse can dance the best
It should be 'cause the beat is fresh
Now if from Uptown, Brooklyn- bound,
The Bronx, Queens, or Long Sound,
Even other states come and exact,
It ain't where you're from, it's where at
Since you came here, you have to show and
And do that dance 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