Luyện nghe bài hát My Soul

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You can try to throw salt, but I keep my face on
And the only on your mind is stalkin' more digits than a telephone
Me and thieves jumpin' out of white Hummer
Compton, while your crew get Dumb and Dumber

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

And all you want is the Lex and gold
Bomb singles and stackin' your chips like
While my rhymes jack for plaques
Quicker than one time Black's

I twist and sip yac
Plus, the Man got my back like a spine
So, why you all up in
Keep the and the fame 'cause all I really wanna hold
Is my artistic and control of my soul

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Ain't no tellin', most are still waitin' and sellin'
Most of my is ex-felons
In two decades, rap went from 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 thin between love and hate?
A million dollars in the bank and you still can't
It's a small world, after all, claustrophobic, you can't breathe

So store your ball Christopher Reeve
It's the hater in you makes you criticize me
if you handled your business then yo ass would see
Nineteen-ninety-seven is still

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

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

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

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

Michropone, sittin' on my chord
Sendin' busta's to the crossroads like Thuggish Ruggish
It's the C O O L I O, well I, won't
When I'm controllin' my

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