Luyện nghe bài hát I Know You Got to Soul

It's been a long I shouldn't have left you
Without a rhyme to step to
Think of how many shows you slept through
Time's up I'm I kept you
Thinking of this you repeating you miss
The rhymes the microphone soloist
And you sit by the hand on the dial soon
As you hear it up the volume
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
body to dance (You got it) soul,
Detects the tempo a red alert
Reaches reflex, so let it work
When this is playing, you can't get wit
The steps, so get set and I'm a come up wit
A gift to be swift, the leader, the rhyme will go
Def wit the that was mixed a long time ago
It can be but only I can do it
For those can dance and clap your hands to it
I start to think and I sink
Into the paper I was ink
I'm writing, I'm trapped 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 this might tempt me
To pose, show my rings and my fat chain
Grab the mic like I'm on Train
But I'll 'cause I mastered this
Let the others go first so the don't miss
Eric B. break the (you got it)
Rakim will begin when you the mix
I'll experiment like a
You want to rhyme, you sign my list
'Cause I'm a manifest and the mic I hold
You it next? then you gotta have 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 have to be
If you want to get on me
Think it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it and don't waste your
'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 style is to none
Some try to make it sound like but you're getting me
So upset that I'm wet 'cause you're me
I drip steam like a microphone
Eager to MC is my
I get when 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 those who say my name
First of all, I'm the soloist, the soul
gets stronger as I get older
Constant causes expansion
I write my rhyme I cool in my mansion
Then put it on tape and in the I test it
Then on the the R's requested
You listen to it, the might break you
almost anyone can relate to
Whoever's out of hand, I'm him handles
'em up, blow 'em out like candles
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 dance the
It should be easy 'cause the beat is
Now if from Uptown, Brooklyn- bound,
The Bronx, Queens, or Island Sound,
Even other states right and exact,
It ain't you're from, it's where you're at
Since you here, you have to show and prove
And do that dance until it move
'Cause all you need is soul will release,
The is up to you, Rakim 'll say peace

You got it