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

I usually dream about gold chains and an MC 'til I'm old and gray
Instead I wear a tie and fix all day
In this dream I everyone
and I was in the spotline for the of real life
People are and Sole only exists in the nighttime
Time is by my silhouette, tired of being a 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 say I'm too abstract or I'm too deep

Yeah I'm deep, in debt, deep in thought
off the deep end without a bungee [Wooo!]
'Cause life is a circus and the girls on Street are way too funky
[true!]
Time to feel like a martyr, a satire, a sadder pioneer [Sole,
With idle hands idolizing 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, of wasted skin
So I maintain an stomach and magnets 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 always complaining, these'll be the when I get old
Thanks to all the industry parties, now I got cassingles to dub 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?
say it's all about 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 let's politick and speak-spearean
We can about rappers and discuss alien abduction conspiracies
Nonsense is fun, rhetorical conversations are
When speech leaves book and industry thought most find it
So more 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, all hold hands and sing the song
So I'll talk a lot of shit, hey, I can it all the fuck up
[Cause I you, and you love me]
And just 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 took a 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, eating away on my skills
But it, we can build and I'm not stressed out
And the field 'til I'm 'X'ed out of every guestlist
and put on blacklist
Well, I guess that just more names on the 'People 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 got enough gambling ends
And I'd like to see the pigs, but all of them got
We can be or arch-rivals or we can share ideas
Or sip espresso, until we both have
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, AIDS isn't enjoyable
There's something goth girls in short skirts I find delectable
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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[drums
I've grown to love stability, [uh huh] been but lethargic [true!]
Constantly increased abilities and found a soft for hardship [so so]
Discovered "enjoyable" and "happy" are both relative terms [true]
Come to terms with the fact that on earth all people are worms

But hey, the early bird remains tracing the smog and acid
Actually, all acts of selfless is rested in mundane
I enjoy simple things, like computers and fish
And indie artsy women that succumb to my wish
Since the a misogynist I try to act like Too $hort [biiatch!]
But if God was a bitch, I'd make it a to pay my child support
But/And I don't have kids I can [simply] act irresponsible,
Buy a grip of useless shit/items, and eat that are unpronounceable
me unaccountable, 'cause counting my obstacles has been depressing
And undressing prime notions, that adolescent peers me added lessons
To the mass, [son] simply I'm the God, in the
Being from Maine has a blessing and being bitter has been my curse
The only cure: separate Sole 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 shit, and you're convinced to be in its elements
Take part in self degradation when you're facing eloquence
You've got a lot of to think, that's not necessarily a bad thing
think 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 rhyme 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 hear that? Oh, kid is crazy!
Oh man.. oh shit. man, y'knowahmsayin'?
We just chillin'.. yall.. chillin'.. wooo..
Yo man, oh yo, fuckin' crazy dude! Oh Lord. Yo man..
Listen man, you interested in some guns? Y'knowahmsayin'?
Listen! My boy.. wants to hook you up!
Yo man, I know you're motherfucking hard!
Shit, listen dude, I hook you up with a gun, man!
Y'knowahmsayin' cause the underground, you know how crazy it is!