Luyện nghe bài hát My Soul

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

up straight out of low cash 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 singles and stackin' your like Pringles
While my rhymes jack for platinum
Quicker one time Jack Black's

I twist and sip yac
Plus, the Man got my back like a spine
So, why you all up in
Keep the money and the fame 'cause all I 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 is ex-felons
In two decades, rap went from 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 between love and
A million dollars in the and you still can't escape
It's a small world, all, you're claustrophobic, you can't breathe

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

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

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My jaws flip across sixteen bars like Dominique
But no flaws, never broke a M.C. Law
See, I was servin' wack at the school
When Bruce Lee was scrappin' with 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 probably why you're
And your backstage and your pass got revoked

Scrappin' or rappin' you want to happen?
If I ever up short you the first one I'm jackin'
It's thieves in the area like aircraft
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, I, won't fold
When I'm controllin' my

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