Luyện nghe bài hát Sole Has Issues

Hey, Sole, man! dude?
Yo I came all the way the suburbs man!
Yo I your shit! How about a free tape, dude?
the underground!
Woo woo! man! Yeah! Yo man!

I dream about gold chains and being an MC 'til I'm old and gray
I wear a tie and fix computers all day
In this I trusted everyone
and I was in the spotline for the lifeline of real
People are vampires and only exists in the nighttime
Time is by my silhouette, tired of being a of bad news
Tired of paying rent, and I'm tired of paying
And I'm tired of polite, and I'm tired of not falling asleep
And I'm of morons that say I'm too abstract or I'm too deep

Yeah I'm deep, deep in debt, deep in
Falling off the end without a bungee [Wooo!]
life is a circus and the girls on Haight Street are way too funky
[true!]
Time to feel like a martyr, a satire, a sadder [Sole, wassup?]
idle hands idolizing every instrument I hear
But I've got red hair and a up beard, overgrown goatee
Been keeping it real, wearing the clothes since 1993
This world is an empty refrigerator, full of wasted
So I maintain an stomach and magnets to place everywhere I've been
"But I can't understand why the world is
frost queens with blue eyes"
Blazin' is good, and we can be winners, if we
I'm complaining, these'll be the days when I get old
Thanks to all the industry parties, now I got cassingles to dub beats
Overwhelmed at times, couldn't fit songs in a CD boxed set
Signed rappers: if you're so dope, then why ain't you been yet?
Kids say it's all about battlin', and braggin' though it's
means diddly, and cameos provide validity [you don't freestyle]
Any hiphop is a joke, except for all purpose I'm soon
fools call up asking for the promo department
I'll connect you the living room [hey, hold on]
Live it up, pour a brew, pull up a chair let's politick and
We can talk about rappers and discuss alien abduction
Nonsense is fun, rhetorical are amusing
When speech leaves book and industry thought most find it
So smoke weed, and read more novels, and watch more cable
And so we'll still skeptical, cause sensible means

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Aiiyo I a lot of shit, I can back it all the fuck up
Get along, let's all hold and sing the song
So I'll a lot of shit, hey, I can back it all the fuck up
I love you, and you love me]
And we're one big happy family

it's day four, sentence six, [uh huh] and everything is clicking
People are and talking cliches too much, touche
Today I a holy shower and washed away all my indecencies
Even sat in the sun, to try to up the beast in me
But it's still there, away on my people skills
But fuck it, we can build and I'm not out
And play the field 'til I'm out of every guestlist
and put on every
Well, I guess that just means more names on the I Gotta Diss' list
I everybody, but I've run out of kind phrases
So if I see you and act sarcastic, it personal, and personally
I wanna play the horses, but ain't got enough gambling
And I'd to see the pigs, but all of them got boyfriends
We can be friends or arch-rivals or we can share
Or sip espresso, until we both diarrhea
A lot of are cool, and some are less intellectual
I like a girlfriend and like them more when they're bisexual
Battle rhymes don't hurt people, battling AIDS isn't
There's something about goth girls in short I find delectable
So come to my shelter you horny little pale raccoon wearing three chains
And give you some more stupid sayings to put in your keychains

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I've to love stability, [uh huh] been anything but lethargic [true!]
Constantly increased abilities and found a soft for hardship [so so]
Discovered that "enjoyable" and "happy" are both terms [true]
Come to terms with the fact while on earth all people are worms

But hey, the early bird tracing the smog and acid rain
Actually, all acts of selfless is rested in mundane
I simple things, like computers and tropical fish
And artsy women that succumb to my every wish
Since the devil's a misogynist I try to act Too $hort [biiatch!]
But if God was a bitch, I'd make it a to pay my child support
But/And since I don't kids I can [simply] act irresponsible,
Buy a grip of useless shit/items, and eat foods are unpronounceable
Keep me unaccountable, counting my obstacles has been depressing
And undressing prime notions, that adolescent peers teach me lessons
To the mass, simply I'm the God, in the earth
from Maine has been a blessing and being bitter has been my curse
The only separate Sole from the ills that spoil my surroundings
You were raised in manure, so it's right that we be on our own shit, sure
And since I ain't shit, and you're convinced to be in its
Take part in degradation when you're facing Sole-ful eloquence
You've got a lot of time to think, that's not necessarily a bad
Just think of all the joys a bottle of Windex, a pen and pad could
I say think before you speak, and think before you do
Or the next I write might be about you, son they shook *
[*vocal interpolation of Deep - "Shook Ones Pt. II"]

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Oh.. oh.. what? Ohh, did you that? Oh, this kid is crazy!
Oh man.. oh shit. Listen man,
We chillin'.. chillin' yall.. chillin'.. wooo..
Yo man, oh yo, just crazy dude! Oh Lord. Yo man..
man, you ever interested in some guns? Y'knowahmsayin'?
Listen! My boy.. wants to you up! Y'knowahmsayin'?
Yo man, 'cause I know you're hard!
Shit, listen dude, I could you up with a gun, man!
Y'knowahmsayin' cause it's the underground, you know how it is!