Luyện nghe bài hát Soul By The Pound

"Gimme a pound you man" > Tim Dog
(repeat 2X 4X faster)
I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown
Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun
If you got beef then you'll get ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get down
Never a leash but I get loose
Producin somethin fresher than fruits, got more soul combat boots
Diggin two scoops of for the troops out of some blazers
so amazin like everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a flow
Me go mi amigo, to see the Man named Chico
The legal alienaeno, I roll the
Like I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so save that soft for the Care Bears
The way I freak OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah"
Correction, "Hell yes"; old wanna cuss
on how I walk talk and dress, they say my a mess
But I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, I'm straight
Rock me tonight, just for old sake
Back to our regularly scheduled program,
I am so damn flam, I slam a slam, BAM, I
like Conan the Barbarian, if you loud, I'll play librarian
Cause see I it quiet in here...
I Mark a Markyiana a bunch of Uncle Thomases
Play like Christopher Williams cause I gotta my promises
to stick to my roots and not cause G this ain't two colors
I'm tired of these non rappin dancin motherfuckers
"Gimme a pound, you man" --> Tim Dog
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For a record sale a sell his soul to go gold
and reach a large scale, sellin for the pale
and I can't tell, why for a hoe you a tail
and stop drinkin ale, the probably smell
Ain't no worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid
Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you you slid
Got doodoo skids on my cause I got rhymes up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets like a mustache
I must ask what's goin on with rap, white kids black
It's McDonald's sellin fatback
Get back to your Mac, that is wack with all these dancetracks
I'm hearin rap from Antrhax, my time the Caravan
You're wack, that's the only thing that's Scooter
When we was on the streets, you was at on your computer
I'ma shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack
Rhymes are wack as hell! And they wack loops
I'm wonderin how the they get a deal I still can't see that far
I like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R
or whoever's in Charge, it surely ain't
but you G-in hip-hop, cause it's ours
"Gimme a pound, you man" --> Tim Dog
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It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I a flea flicker
Think of boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta
is stricter, I I stick the stinkin to a stunk
If soda was a dog, then I would be like drunk
If if was a fifth I would lift the and a spliff
it's not a about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the

In count your blessings I got a Wessun if you riff
I'm a nigga with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my name should be Smith-sonian
I'm gassin girls heads, just like
Get em ready to me and, then I play custodian
and turn off the lights this is the of a
wallowing high jumping radio rumping brother
Got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll a liter
A chick is a chick that's how I her
go pop I'm not a two liter
A true leader, don't to follow, choose what I swallow
whether water or a bottle, of course I play the lotto
Wear em? No, em? A hoe
I the girls the girls I share a life with a bro
cause U-A-C is family, much tighter foundations
that holds up the walls, so you proceed with caution
"Gimme a pound, you man"
"Gimme a pound" (4X)