Luyện nghe bài hát Sole Has Issues

Hey, Sole, man! dude?
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 gold chains and being an MC 'til I'm old and
Instead I a tie and fix computers all day
In this dream I trusted
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, 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 that say I'm too abstract or I'm too deep

Yeah I'm deep, in debt, deep in thought
Falling off the deep end a bungee [Wooo!]
'Cause life is a circus and the girls on Haight are way too funky
[true!]
Time to feel a martyr, a satire, a sadder pioneer [Sole, wassup?]
With hands idolizing every instrument I hear
But I've got red and a fucked up beard, overgrown goatee
Been keeping it real, the same clothes since 1993
This world is an refrigerator, full of wasted skin
So I maintain an empty stomach and to place everywhere I've been
"But I can't understand why the is covered
with queens with blue eyes"
is good, and we can be winners, if we compromise
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 these songs in a CD 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
Freestyle means diddly, and cameos provide validity [you freestyle]
Any hiphop is a joke, except for all purpose I'm soon
When fools call up asking for the promo
I'll connect you 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
is fun, rhetorical conversations are amusing
When speech leaves book and industry thought most it confusing
So smoke more weed, and more novels, and watch more cable
And so we'll still 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 hands and sing the song
So talk a lot of shit, hey, I can back it all the fuck up
I love you, and you love me]
And we're just one big happy

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
Even sat in the sun, to try to cook up the in me
But it's still there, away on my people skills
But it, we can build and I'm not stressed out
And play the 'til I'm 'X'ed out of every guestlist
and put on every
Well, I guess that just means names on the 'People 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 wanna the horses, but ain't got enough gambling ends
And I'd like to see the pigs, but all of got boyfriends
We can be or arch-rivals or we can share ideas
Or sip espresso, until we have diarrhea
A lot of are cool, and some are less intellectual
I like having a girlfriend and like them more when they're
Battle rhymes hurt people, battling AIDS isn't enjoyable
There's something about goth girls in short I find delectable
So come back to my you horny little pale raccoon wearing three chains
And I'll give you some more stupid to put in your keychains

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

But hey, the bird remains tracing the smog and acid rain
Actually, all acts of selfless is serene in mundane
I simple things, like computers 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 make it a point to pay my support
But/And since I don't kids I can [simply] act irresponsible,
Buy a grip of useless shit/items, and eat that are unpronounceable
Keep me unaccountable, 'cause my obstacles has been depressing
And undressing prime notions, adolescent peers teach me added lessons
To the mass, [son] 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 were raised in manure, so it's only right 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 you're facing Sole-ful
You've got a lot of time to think, that's not a bad thing
Just think of all the joys a bottle of Windex, a pen and pad bring
I say think before you speak, and think before you do
Or the next rhyme I might 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 chillin'.. chillin' yall.. chillin'.. wooo..
Yo man, oh yo, fuckin' crazy dude! Oh Lord. Yo man..
Listen man, you ever in some guns? Y'knowahmsayin'?
Listen! My boy.. wants to hook you up!
Yo man, 'cause I know you're hard!
Shit, listen dude, I could you up with a gun, man!
Y'knowahmsayin' it's the underground, you know how crazy it is!