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 more digits than a telephone
Me and thieves jumpin' out of white Hummer
From Compton, your crew get Dumb and Dumber

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My jaws flip sixteen bars like Dominique Dawes
But without no flaws, broke a M.C. Law
See, I was wack rappers at the school
Bruce Lee was scrappin' with Kareem Abdul

You got into 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 ghetto pass got

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

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

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