Luyện nghe bài hát Sole Has Issues

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

I usually dream about chains and being an MC 'til I'm old and gray
Instead I a tie and fix computers all day
In this I trusted everyone
and I was in the spotline for the of real life
People are vampires and Sole only in the nighttime
Time is by my silhouette, tired of a harbinger of bad news
of paying rent, and I'm tired of paying dues
And I'm tired of polite, and I'm tired of not falling asleep
And I'm tired of 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!]
'Cause life is a circus and the on Haight Street are way too funky
[true!]
Time to like a martyr, a satire, a sadder pioneer [Sole, wassup?]
With hands idolizing every instrument I hear
But got red hair and a fucked up beard, overgrown goatee
Been it real, wearing the same clothes since 1993
This is an empty refrigerator, full of wasted skin
So I maintain an empty stomach and to place everywhere I've been
"But I understand why the world is covered
frost queens with blue eyes"
Blazin' is good, and we can be winners, if we
I'm always complaining, these'll be the days I get old
Thanks to all the industry parties, now I got to dub beats over
Overwhelmed at times, couldn't fit songs in a CD boxed set
Signed rappers: if you're so dope, why ain't you been dropped yet?
Kids say all about battlin', and braggin' though it's masculinity
Freestyle means diddly, and cameos provide validity [you don't
Any hiphop is a joke, except for all purpose I'm leaving
When fools call up asking for the department
I'll you with the living room [hey, hold on]
Live it up, pour a brew, up a chair let's politick and speak-spearean
We can talk about rappers and alien abduction conspiracies
Nonsense is fun, conversations are amusing
When speech book and industry thought most find it confusing
So more weed, and read more novels, and watch more cable
And so we'll remain skeptical, cause sensible means

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Aiiyo I talk a lot of shit, I can it all the fuck up
Get along, let's all hold hands and 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

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

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I've grown to love stability, [uh huh] been anything but [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 that while on earth all are worms

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

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