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

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

And all you want is the Lex and Visa
singles and stackin' your chips like Pringles
While my rhymes jack for plaques
Quicker 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 and the fame 'cause all I really wanna hold
Is my artistic flavor and control of my

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Ain't no tellin', most women are still and sellin'
of my homies 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
a thin line between love and hate?
A million dollars in the bank and you can't escape
It's a small world, after all, you're claustrophobic, you breathe

So store ball like 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
this was a car jackin'
They say the is to be sold, not told
You can keep your bankroll, I control of my soul

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My jaws flip across sixteen bars like Dominique
But without no flaws, never a M.C. Law
See, I was servin' wack rappers at the
When Bruce Lee was scrappin' Kareem Abdul

You got into triple beams and guns, you ain't gon'
I seen a million in the same Versace suit
Or the pair of locs, that's probably why you're broke
And your and your ghetto pass got revoked

Scrappin' or rappin' you want to happen?
If I ever come up short you the first one I'm
thieves in the area like aircraft carrier's
We're launchin' F-15's and Maf Machines

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

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