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 I'm the round mound
Not a but like a hound I get down down
wore 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 Luther Joe but not Bazooka
I to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow
Me go with mi amigo, to see the Man Chico
The alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals
Like Jack I be Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears
The way I freak funk OHHHH the sayin, "Hell yeah"
Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna
on how I walk and dress, they say my life's a mess
But I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I'm
Rock me tonight, just for old time's
to our regularly scheduled program, program
I am so flam, I slam a slam, BAM, I slam
like the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll play librarian
see I want it quiet in here...
I a Markyiana a bunch of funky Uncle Thomases
Play like Christopher Williams I gotta keep my promises
to stick to my and not dilute 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 tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail
and drinkin ale, the booty probably smell
Ain't no pussy worth a at least not for the kid to do a bid
Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you
Got doodoo skids on my paper cause I got up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a
I must ask what's on with rap, white kids actin black
It's like McDonald's fatback
Get back to your Mac, stuff is wack with all these dancetracks
I'm rap from Antrhax, my time the Caravan cracks
You're wack, that's the only thing that's Scooter
When we was on the streets, you was at on your computer
shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups
Rhymes are wack as hell! And they wack loops
I'm wonderin how the hell they get a I still can't see that far
I feel like Cypress Hill, I could kill an A&R
or in Charge, it surely ain't Charles
but you ain't G-in hip-hop, it's ours
"Gimme a pound, you man" --> Tim Dog
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It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flicker
Think of thatI boa constrictor but the venom I
is stricter, I I stick the stinkin to a stunk
If soda was a forty dog, then I would be like
If if was a I would lift the fifth and a spliff
it's not a myth about our width, I'm swift and I shoot the

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