Luyện nghe bài hát My Soul

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

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 threat of this new world order is about to drive me

And all you want is the Lex and Visa
Bomb and stackin' your chips like Pringles
While my rhymes jack for platinum
Quicker than one time Jack

I sacks and sip yac
Plus, the Man got my back 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 of my soul

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

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

So store your like Christopher Reeve
It's the in you that makes you criticize me
'Cause if you handled business then yo ass would see
is still crackin'

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

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My jaws flip across sixteen bars like Dawes
But no flaws, never broke a M.C. Law
See, I was servin' wack 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 same Versace
Or the same pair of locs, that's why you're broke
And your backstage and your ghetto got revoked

Scrappin' or what you want to happen?
If I ever come up short you the first one I'm
It's in the area like aircraft carrier's
We're launchin' and Anti-Wack Maf Machines

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

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