Luyện nghe bài hát I Know You Got to Soul

It's been a long I shouldn't have left you
a strong rhyme to step to
Think of how weak shows you slept through
up I'm sorry I kept you
Thinking of this you repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone
And you sit by the radio hand on the soon
As you hear it up the volume
wit the speaker 'til you hear it blow
Then plug in the headphone here it go
It's a 4 letter word when heard, it control
Your to dance (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 gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme go
Def wit the record that was mixed a long ago
It can be done but I can do it
For those can dance and clap your hands to it
I start to think and then I
Into the like 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 you got soul

Picture a mic, the stage is
A beat like this might me
To pose, show my rings and my fat chain
the mic like I'm on Soul Train
But I'll 'cause I mastered this
Let the go first so the brothers don't miss
B. break the sticks (you got it)
Rakim will when you make the mix
I'll experiment a scientist
You want to rhyme, you gotta my list
I'm a manifest and bless the mic I hold
You it next? then 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, 'cause that's the way it'll to be
If you to get on after me
Think it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it and don't waste your
'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't 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 this but getting me
So upset that I'm wet 'cause sweating me
I drip steam a microphone fiend
Eager to MC is my
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 soul (you got it) that's why I
To teach who can't say my name
of all, I'm the soloist, the soul controller
Rakim gets as I get older
elevation causes expansion
I write my rhyme while I in my mansion
Then put it on and in the city I test it
on the radio the R's requested
You to it, the concept might break you
'Cause almost can relate to
out of hand, I'm give him handles
Light 'em up, blow 'em out candles
Or should I let him melt?
Then give him a hand so they can see how it
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 posse can dance the best
It should be easy 'cause the is fresh
Now if from Uptown, Brooklyn- bound,
The Bronx, Queens, or Long Sound,
Even other come right and exact,
It ain't where from, it's where you're at
Since you came here, you have to and prove
And do that dance it don't move
'Cause all you is soul self-esteem will release,
The is up to you, Rakim 'll say peace

You got it