Luyện nghe bài hát Sole Has Issues

Hey, Sole, man! dude?
Yo I came all the way 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 chains and being an MC 'til I'm old and gray
I wear a tie and fix computers all day
In dream I trusted everyone
and I was in the spotline for the lifeline of life
People are vampires and only exists in the nighttime
Time is by my silhouette, tired of being a of bad news
Tired of 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, in thought
Falling off the deep end without a [Wooo!]
life is a circus and the girls on Haight Street are way too funky
[true!]
Time to feel like a martyr, a satire, a sadder pioneer [Sole,
idle hands idolizing every instrument I hear
But I've got red hair and a fucked up beard, overgrown
Been keeping it real, the same clothes since 1993
This world is an refrigerator, full of wasted skin
So I an empty stomach and magnets to place everywhere I've been
"But I understand why the world is covered
with frost queens blue eyes"
is good, and we can be winners, if we compromise
I'm always complaining, these'll be the days I get old
Thanks to all the industry parties, now I got cassingles to dub beats
Overwhelmed at times, couldn't fit songs in a CD boxed set
Signed if you're so dope, then why ain't you been dropped yet?
Kids say it's all about battlin', and braggin' it's masculinity
Freestyle means diddly, and cameos provide validity [you freestyle]
Any hiphop is a joke, except for all purpose I'm 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 politick and speak-spearean
We can talk about rappers and discuss alien abduction
Nonsense is fun, rhetorical 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 still remain skeptical, cause means

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I talk a lot of shit, I can back it all the fuck up
Get along, let's all hands 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 just one big family

Well it's day four, sentence six, [uh huh] and everything is
are cliquean and talking 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 it's still there, eating away on my skills
But fuck it, we can 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 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, 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 them when they're bisexual
Battle rhymes don't people, battling AIDS isn't enjoyable
There's something about goth girls in short skirts I delectable
So come back to my shelter you little pale raccoon wearing three chains
And I'll give you some more stupid to put in your keychains

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I've grown to 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 with the fact that while on earth all people are worms

But hey, the early bird remains tracing the smog and rain
Actually, all of selfless is serene rested in mundane
I enjoy simple things, like computers and tropical
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 it a point to pay my child support
But/And since I don't have I can [simply] act irresponsible,
Buy a grip of useless shit/items, and eat foods that are
me unaccountable, 'cause counting my obstacles 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 has been a blessing and being bitter has been my curse
The only cure: Sole from the ills that spoil my surroundings
You were raised in manure, so it's only right we be on our own shit, sure
And since I ain't shit, and you're convinced to be in its
Take part in self degradation when you're facing Sole-ful
You've got a lot of time to think, not necessarily 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 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 that? Oh, this kid is crazy!
Oh man.. oh shit. Listen man,
We just chillin'.. yall.. chillin'.. wooo..
Yo man, oh yo, just crazy dude! Oh Lord. Yo man..
man, you ever interested in some guns? Y'knowahmsayin'?
Listen! My boy.. wants to you up! Y'knowahmsayin'?
Yo man, 'cause I you're motherfucking hard!
Shit, listen dude, I could you up with a gun, man!
Y'knowahmsayin' cause it's the underground, you how crazy it is!