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
From Compton, while your crew get and Dumber

Grew up straight out of low like CB fo'
Now I got dough and you got one night 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 your chips like Pringles
While my jack for platinum plaques
Quicker than one time Black's

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

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

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

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

And I'ma get the ladies out seat
this was a car jackin'
They say the game is to be sold, not
You can keep your bankroll, I control 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 servin' wack rappers at the
When Lee was scrappin' with Kareem Abdul

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

Scrappin' or rappin' you want to happen?
If I ever up short you the first one I'm jackin'
It's in the area like aircraft carrier's
We're launchin' F-15's and Maf Machines

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

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