Luyện nghe bài hát Soul By The Pound

"Gimme a thank 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 round
Not a rebound but like a hound I get down
wore a leash but I get loose
Producin fresher than fruits, got more soul than combat boots
Diggin two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some
so amazin like Luther everyday Joe but not
I used to be a hooper but now I to shoot a free flow
Me go mi amigo, to see the Man named Chico
The legal alienaeno, I the instrumentals
Like I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so that soft stuff for the Care Bears
The way I funk OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah"
Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks cuss
on how I talk and dress, they say my life's a mess
But I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, I'm straight
me tonight, just for old time's sake
Back to our scheduled program, program
I am so damn flam, I slam a slam, BAM, I
like the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll play librarian
Cause see I it quiet in here...
I Mark a a bunch of funky Uncle Thomases
Play like Christopher Williams cause I gotta my promises
to stick to my roots and not dilute cause G this ain't two
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 nigga'll his soul to go gold
and reach a scale, sellin for the pale male
and I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a
and stop drinkin ale, the booty probably
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 you slid
Got doodoo on my paper cause I got rhymes up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed a mustache
I must ask what's goin on with rap, white actin black
It's McDonald's sellin 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 home on your
I'ma shoot a diss well a fist to all these wack groups
are wack as hell! And they sample wack loops
I'm wonderin how the they get a deal I still can't see that far
I feel like Cypress Hill, I could just an A&R
or in Charge, it surely ain't Charles
but you ain't hip-hop, cause it's ours
"Gimme a pound, you man" --> Tim Dog
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It's you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker
Think of thatI boa but the venom I inflicta
is stricter, I I stick the stinkin to a stunk
If soda was a forty dog, then I be like drunk
If if was a fifth I would the fifth and a spliff
it's not a myth about our dick width, I'm and I shoot the

In essence count your I got a Wessun if you riff
I'm a nigga with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last should be Smith-sonian
I'm gassin heads, just like petroleum
Get em ready to me and, then I play custodian
and turn off the lights is the likes of a
ticketing wallowing jumping radio rumping brother
Got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll take a
A chick is a chick that's how I her
never go pop I'm not a two
A true leader, don't to follow, choose what I swallow
whether water or a beer bottle, of course I the lotto
em? No, share em? A hoe
I like the girls the girls I a life with a bro
cause is family, much tighter than foundations
that holds up the walls, so you better proceed caution
"Gimme a pound, you man"
"Gimme a pound" (4X)