Luyện nghe bài hát My Soul

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

Grew up straight out of low 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 order is about to drive me crazy

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

I sacks and sip yac
Plus, the Man got my back 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 still waitin' and
Most of my homies is
In two decades, rap went from Planet to crack rock
Now, everybody got a glock and it don't stop till another drop

That's why I poured out a little drink for the Pac
What's a line between love and hate?
A million dollars in the bank and you still can't
It's a world, after 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 handled your business then yo ass see
is still crackin'

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

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My flip across sixteen bars like Dominique Dawes
But no flaws, never broke a M.C. Law
See, I was servin' wack at the school
When Lee was scrappin' with Kareem Abdul

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

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

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

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