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 about a tape, dude?
the underground!
Woo woo! man! Yeah! Yo man!

I usually dream 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 of real life
People are vampires and only exists in the nighttime
is by my silhouette, tired of being a harbinger of bad news
Tired of paying rent, and I'm of paying dues
And I'm tired of being polite, and I'm tired of not asleep
And I'm tired of morons that say I'm too abstract or I'm too

Yeah I'm deep, in debt, deep in thought
Falling off the deep end without a [Wooo!]
'Cause life is a circus and the girls on Haight are way too funky
[true!]
Time to feel like a martyr, a satire, a sadder pioneer [Sole,
With idle 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 world is an empty refrigerator, full of wasted
So I maintain an empty stomach and magnets to place I've been
"But I can't understand why the is covered
with frost queens with 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 parties, now I got cassingles to dub beats over
Overwhelmed at times, couldn't fit these 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 diddly, and cameos provide validity [you 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 connect you with the living room [hey, on]
Live it up, pour a brew, pull up a chair let's and speak-spearean
We can talk about rappers and discuss alien abduction
is fun, rhetorical conversations are amusing
When speech leaves book and industry thought most find it
So smoke more weed, and read more novels, and 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 and sing the song
So I'll talk a lot of shit, hey, I can back it all the up
[Cause I love you, and you me]
And we're one big happy family

Well it's day four, six, [uh huh] and everything is clicking
are cliquean and talking cliches too much, touche
Today I took a holy shower and washed all my indecencies
sat in the sun, to try to cook up the beast in me
But it's still there, eating 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 guestlist
and put on every
Well, I guess that just means more names on the 'People I Diss' list
I love everybody, but I've run out of kind
So if I see you and act sarcastic, take it personal, and
I wanna play the horses, but ain't got enough ends
And I'd to see the pigs, but all of them got boyfriends
We can be friends or arch-rivals or we can ideas
Or sip espresso, until we both diarrhea
A lot of people are cool, and some are less
I like having a girlfriend and like more when they're bisexual
Battle rhymes don't people, battling AIDS isn't enjoyable
There's something about goth girls in skirts I find delectable
So come back to my shelter you horny little pale raccoon 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!]
increased abilities and found a soft spot for hardship [so so]
Discovered that "enjoyable" and "happy" are both relative terms
Come to terms with the that while on earth all people are worms

But hey, the early bird remains tracing the and acid rain
Actually, all acts of selfless is serene rested in
I enjoy simple things, like and tropical fish
And indie artsy women that succumb to my every
Since the devil's a misogynist I try to act Too $hort [biiatch!]
But if God was a bitch, I'd it a point 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, 'cause counting my has been depressing
And undressing prime notions, that adolescent peers teach me added
To the mass, simply I'm the God, in the earth
Being Maine has been a blessing and being bitter has been my curse
The only cure: separate Sole from the ills spoil my surroundings
You raised in manure, so it's only 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 degradation when you're Sole-ful eloquence
You've got a lot of to think, that's not necessarily a bad thing
Just think of all the 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 might be you, son they shook *
[*vocal of Mobb Deep - "Shook Ones Pt. II"]

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