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 thing on your is stalkin' more digits than a telephone
Me and thirty-nine jumpin' out of white Hummer
From Compton, while crew get Dumb and Dumber

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

And all you is the Lex and gold Visa
Bomb singles and stackin' your chips Pringles
While my rhymes jack for plaques
Quicker than one 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 all I really wanna hold
Is my flavor and control 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 from Rock to crack rock
Now, everybody got a glock and it don't stop till brother drop

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

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

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

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

You got into triple beams and guns, you gon' shoot
I seen a million rappers in the Versace suit
Or the same pair of locs, probably why you're broke
And your backstage and ghetto pass got revoked

or rappin' what 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' and Anti-Wack Maf Machines

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

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