Luyện nghe bài hát Sole Has Issues

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

I usually dream about chains and being an MC 'til I'm old and gray
Instead I a tie and fix computers all day
In this dream I trusted
and I was in the for the lifeline of real life
are vampires and Sole only exists in the nighttime
Time is by my silhouette, of being a harbinger of bad news
Tired of 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 tired of morons that say I'm too or I'm too deep

Yeah I'm deep, deep in debt, deep in
Falling off the deep end without a [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 pioneer [Sole, wassup?]
With idle hands idolizing every instrument I
But I've got red hair and a fucked up beard, overgrown
Been keeping it real, wearing the same clothes 1993
This world is an empty refrigerator, full of skin
So I maintain an empty and magnets to place everywhere I've been
"But I can't understand why the world is
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
rappers: if you're so dope, then why ain't you been dropped 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 leaving
When fools call up asking for the department
I'll you with the living room [hey, hold on]
Live it up, pour a brew, pull up a chair let's and speak-spearean
We can about rappers and discuss alien abduction conspiracies
Nonsense is fun, 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 still remain skeptical, cause sensible

(chorus)
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 talk a lot of shit, hey, I can back it all the fuck 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
People are cliquean and cliches too much, touche
Today I took a holy shower and away all my indecencies
sat in the sun, to try to cook up the beast in me
But still there, eating away on my people skills
But fuck it, we can and I'm not stressed out
And play the field 'til I'm 'X'ed out of every
and put on every
Well, I guess that just means more names on the I Gotta Diss' list
I love everybody, but I've run out of phrases
So if I see you and act sarcastic, take it personal, and
I wanna play the horses, but ain't got enough gambling
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, we both have 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 hurt people, battling AIDS enjoyable
There's something about goth girls in short skirts I delectable
So come back to my shelter you horny little pale raccoon three chains
And I'll give you some more sayings to put in your keychains

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

But hey, the early bird remains the smog and acid rain
Actually, all acts of selfless is serene in mundane
I enjoy simple things, like and tropical fish
And indie artsy women that succumb to my every
the devil's a misogynist I try to act like Too $hort [biiatch!]
But if God was a bitch, I'd make it a point to pay my child
But/And since I don't have kids I can act irresponsible,
Buy a grip of useless shit/items, and eat foods are unpronounceable
me unaccountable, 'cause counting my obstacles 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 from Maine has been a blessing and being has been my curse
The only cure: separate Sole from the that spoil my surroundings
You raised in manure, so it's only right that we be on our own shit, sure
And I ain't shit, and you're convinced to be in its elements
Take part in self when you're facing Sole-ful eloquence
got a lot of time to think, that's 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 before you do
Or the next I write 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 just chillin'.. yall.. chillin'.. wooo..
Yo man, oh yo, fuckin' crazy dude! Oh Lord. Yo man..
Listen man, you ever interested in some Y'knowahmsayin'?
Listen! My boy.. to hook you up! Y'knowahmsayin'?
Yo man, I know you're motherfucking hard!
Shit, listen dude, I hook you up with a gun, man!
cause it's the underground, you know how crazy it is!