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 than a telephone
Me and thirty-nine thieves jumpin' out of Hummer
From Compton, while crew get Dumb and Dumber

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

And all you want is the Lex and Visa
Bomb singles and stackin' your like Pringles
While my rhymes for platinum plaques
Quicker than one time 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 'cause all I really wanna hold
Is my flavor and control of my soul

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

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

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

And get the ladies out their seat
Like was a car jackin'
say the game is to be sold, not told
You can keep bankroll, I want 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 Bruce Lee was with Kareem Abdul

You got into triple and guns, you ain't 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 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 like aircraft carrier's
We're launchin' F-15's and Maf Machines

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

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