Luyện nghe bài hát I Know You Got to Soul

It's been a time I shouldn't have left you
Without a strong rhyme to to
Think of how many weak shows you through
Time's up I'm I kept you
Thinking of this you keep you miss
The rhymes from the microphone
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial
As you hear it up the volume
Dance wit the speaker 'til you it blow
Then plug in the headphone here it go
It's a 4 letter word it's heard, it control
body to dance (You got it) soul,
Detects the tempo like a red
Reaches reflex, so let it work
this 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 rhyme go
Def wit the record that was mixed a time ago
It can be but only I can do it
For those that can dance and clap your to it
I start to think and then I
Into the like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm in between the lines,
I escape when I the rhyme
I got

You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
I you got soul

a mic, the stage is empty
A beat like this might me
To pose, show my rings and my fat gold
Grab the mic like I'm on Soul
But I'll wait I mastered this
Let the others go first so the brothers don't
B. break the sticks (you got it)
Rakim will when you make the mix
I'll experiment like a
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
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 to get on after me
Think it, wait, erase your rhyme
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 should be
This style is to none
Some try to it sound like this but you're getting me
So upset that I'm wet 'cause sweating me
I steam like a microphone fiend
to MC is my theme
I get hype when I hear a drum
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 can't say my
of all, I'm the soloist, the soul controller
Rakim gets stronger as I get
Constant elevation causes
I my rhyme while I cool in my mansion
Then put it on and in the city I test it
on the radio the R's requested
You listen to it, the 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?
Then him a hand so they can see how it felt
I'm not bold just 'cause I gold
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 to see what 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 your Uptown, Brooklyn- bound,
The Bronx, Queens, or Island Sound,
Even other 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 that dance until it move
'Cause all you need is self-esteem will release,
The rest is up to you, Rakim 'll say

You got it