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 wear a tie and fix all day
In this I trusted everyone
and I was in the for the lifeline of real life
People are vampires and Sole only exists in the
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 of not falling asleep
And I'm of morons 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 a bungee [Wooo!]
'Cause life is a circus and the girls on Haight Street are way too
[true!]
Time to feel like a martyr, a satire, a sadder [Sole, wassup?]
With idle 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 maintain an empty stomach and magnets to 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, 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 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 don't
Any hiphop is a joke, for all purpose 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 chair let's and speak-spearean
We can talk about and discuss alien abduction conspiracies
Nonsense is fun, conversations are amusing
When speech leaves book and industry thought most find it
So smoke weed, and read more novels, and watch more cable
And so we'll remain skeptical, cause sensible means

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Aiiyo I talk a lot of shit, I can back it all the up
Get along, let's all hands and sing the song
So I'll talk a lot of shit, hey, I can it all the fuck up
I love you, and you love me]
And we're just one big family

Well it's day four, six, [uh huh] and everything is clicking
People are cliquean and talking too much, touche
Today I took a holy and washed away all my indecencies
sat in the sun, to try to cook up the beast in me
But it's still there, eating away on my skills
But fuck it, we can build and I'm not out
And play the field 'til I'm 'X'ed out of every
and put on blacklist
Well, I that just means more names on the 'People I Gotta Diss' list
I love everybody, but I've run out of phrases
So if I see you and act sarcastic, it personal, and personally
I wanna play the horses, but ain't got enough 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 both diarrhea
A lot of people are cool, and are less intellectual
I like having a girlfriend and like them more when bisexual
Battle don't hurt people, battling AIDS isn't enjoyable
There's something about girls in short skirts I find delectable
So come to my shelter you horny little pale raccoon wearing three chains
And I'll give you some stupid sayings to put in your keychains

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

But hey, the early bird remains tracing the smog and acid
Actually, all acts of is serene rested in mundane
I enjoy things, like computers and tropical fish
And indie artsy women succumb to my every wish
Since the devil's a 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 since I don't have kids I can 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 teach me added
To the mass, [son] simply I'm the God, in the
Being from Maine has been a and being bitter has been my curse
The only separate Sole from the ills that spoil my surroundings
You were raised in manure, so only 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 when you're facing Sole-ful eloquence
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 could
I say think before you speak, and think before you do
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you, son shook *
[*vocal interpolation of Deep - "Shook Ones Pt. II"]

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