Luyện nghe bài hát My Soul

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You can try to salt, but I keep my game face on
And the thing on your mind is stalkin' more digits than a telephone
Me and thirty-nine thieves jumpin' out of white
From Compton, while your crew get Dumb and

up straight out of low cash like CB fo'
Now I got dough and you got one night stands gangsta, yo
See on the low it's all
But the threat of this new world order is to drive me crazy

And all you is the Lex and gold Visa
Bomb singles and stackin' chips like Pringles
my rhymes jack for platinum plaques
Quicker than one Jack Black's

I sacks and sip yac
Plus, the Invisible Man got my like a spine
So, why you all up in
the money and the fame 'cause all I really wanna hold
Is my artistic flavor and control of my

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Ain't no tellin', most women are still waitin' and
of my homies is ex-felons
In two decades, rap went Planet Rock to crack rock
Now, everybody got a glock and it don't till another brother drop

That's why I poured out a little for the homie Pac
What's a line between love and hate?
A million dollars in the bank and you can't escape
It's a small world, after all, claustrophobic, you can't breathe

So your ball like Christopher Reeve
It's the hater in you that you criticize me
'Cause if you handled your business then yo ass see
Nineteen-ninety-seven is crackin'

And get the ladies out their seat
this was a car jackin'
They say the game is to be sold, not
You can keep your bankroll, I want of my soul

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My jaws across sixteen bars like Dominique Dawes
But no flaws, never broke a M.C. Law
See, I was wack rappers at the school
When Bruce Lee was with Kareem Abdul

You got triple beams and guns, you ain't gon' shoot
I a million rappers in the same Versace suit
Or the same pair of locs, that's probably why broke
And backstage and your ghetto pass got revoked

or rappin' what you want to happen?
If I ever come up short you the one I'm jackin'
It's thieves in the like aircraft carrier's
launchin' F-15's and Anti-Wack Maf Machines

Michropone, sittin' on my vocal
Sendin' busta's to the like Thuggish Ruggish Bone
It's the C O O L I O, well I, fold
When I'm controllin' my

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