Luyện nghe bài hát I Know You Got to Soul

It's been a long time I shouldn't have you
Without a strong rhyme to to
Think of how many weak shows you through
Time's up I'm sorry I you
of this you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone
And you sit by the radio on the dial soon
As you it pump up the volume
Dance wit the 'til you hear it blow
plug in the headphone 'cause here it go
It's a 4 letter when it's heard, it control
Your body to (You got it) soul,
Detects the tempo a red alert
Reaches reflex, so let it work
When is playing, you can't get stuck wit
The steps, so get set and I'm a still up wit
A to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go
Def wit the record that was 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 when 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 is empty
A beat this might tempt me
To pose, show my rings and my fat chain
Grab the mic like I'm on Soul
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 a scientist
You want to rhyme, you gotta sign my
I'm a manifest and bless the mic I hold
You want it next? you gotta have soul
'Cause if you ain't got it, I'm a an encore
Take the mic, the people respond for
The are, 'cause the way it'll have to be
If you want to get on me
Think about it, wait, erase rhyme
Forget it and don't waste time
'Cause be in the crowd if you ain't controlling it
Drop the mic, you be holding it
is how it should be done
This style is to none
Some try to make it sound this but you're getting me
So upset that I'm wet you're sweating me
I steam like a microphone fiend
to MC is my theme
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 (you got it) that's why I came
To teach those who can't say my
First of all, I'm the soloist, the soul
gets stronger as I get older
Constant elevation expansion
I write my while I cool in my mansion
Then put it on tape and in the I test it
on the radio the R's requested
You to it, the concept might break you
'Cause anyone can relate to
Whoever's out of hand, I'm give him
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 bold '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 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 easy the beat is fresh
Now if your from Uptown, bound,
The Bronx, Queens, or Long Sound,
Even other states 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 don't
'Cause all you need is self-esteem will release,
The rest is up to you, 'll say peace

You got it