Luyện nghe bài hát Sole Has Issues

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

I usually dream about gold chains and being an MC 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 Sole exists 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 of being 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
off the deep end without a bungee [Wooo!]
'Cause life is a circus and the girls on Haight are way too funky
[true!]
to feel like a martyr, a satire, a sadder pioneer [Sole, wassup?]
With idle hands every instrument I hear
But I've got red hair and a fucked up beard, goatee
Been keeping it real, wearing the same clothes since
This world is an empty refrigerator, full of skin
So I maintain an empty stomach and to place everywhere I've been
"But I can't understand why the is covered
with frost with blue eyes"
Blazin' is good, and we can be winners, if we
I'm always complaining, these'll be the when I get old
Thanks to all the industry parties, now I got to dub beats over
Overwhelmed at times, couldn't fit these songs in a CD set
Signed if you're so dope, then why ain't you been dropped yet?
Kids say it's all battlin', and braggin' though it's masculinity
Freestyle means diddly, and cameos provide validity don't freestyle]
Any hiphop is a joke, except for all I'm leaving soon
When call up asking for the promo department
I'll you with the living room [hey, hold on]
Live it up, pour a brew, pull up a chair let's politick and
We can talk about and discuss alien abduction conspiracies
is fun, rhetorical conversations are amusing
When speech leaves book and industry thought most it confusing
So smoke more weed, and read more novels, and watch cable
And so we'll remain skeptical, cause sensible means

(chorus)
Aiiyo I a lot of shit, I can back it all the fuck up
Get along, all hold hands and sing the song
So I'll talk a lot of shit, hey, I can it all the fuck up
I love you, and you love me]
And just one big happy family

Well day four, sentence six, [uh huh] and everything is clicking
People are cliquean and cliches too much, touche
Today I a holy shower and washed away all my indecencies
Even sat in the sun, to try to cook up the in me
But still there, eating away on my people skills
But fuck it, we can build and I'm not out
And the field 'til I'm 'X'ed out of every guestlist
and put on blacklist
Well, I guess that just means more names on the I Gotta Diss' list
I love everybody, but run out of kind phrases
So if I see you and act sarcastic, it personal, and personally
I play the horses, but ain't got enough gambling ends
And I'd to see the pigs, but all of them got boyfriends
We can be or arch-rivals 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 them more when they're bisexual
Battle don't hurt people, battling AIDS isn't enjoyable
There's something about goth girls in short skirts I find
So come back to my shelter you horny pale raccoon wearing three chains
And I'll you some more stupid sayings 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 spot for [so so]
Discovered "enjoyable" and "happy" are both relative terms [true]
Come to terms the fact that while on earth all people are worms

But hey, the early bird remains tracing the smog and rain
Actually, all acts of selfless is rested in mundane
I enjoy simple things, like and tropical fish
And indie artsy 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 point to pay my child
But/And I don't have kids I can [simply] act irresponsible,
Buy a grip of useless shit/items, and eat that are unpronounceable
Keep me unaccountable, 'cause counting my obstacles has depressing
And undressing notions, that adolescent peers teach me added lessons
To the mass, [son] simply I'm the God, in the
Being from Maine has been a and being bitter has been my curse
The cure: 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 to be in its elements
Take part in self when you're facing Sole-ful eloquence
You've got a lot of time to think, that's not necessarily a bad
think of all the joys a bottle of Windex, a pen and pad could bring
I say think before you speak, and think anything you do
Or the next rhyme I write might be you, son they shook *
[*vocal interpolation of Mobb - "Shook Ones Pt. II"]

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