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 beef you'll get ground ground
Cut up in soul by the pound pound
I'm downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a I get down 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 Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a 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 like Nimble gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so save that soft for the Care Bears
The way I freak funk OHHHH the 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, then I'm
me tonight, just for old time's sake
Back to our scheduled program, program
I am so flam, I slam a slam, BAM, I slam
Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll play librarian
Cause see I want it in here...
I Mark a Markyiana a of funky Uncle Thomases
Play Christopher Williams cause I gotta keep my promises
to stick to my roots and not dilute cause G this ain't two
I'm tired of seein these non dancin motherfuckers
"Gimme a pound, you man" --> Tim Dog
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For a record sale a nigga'll sell his to go gold
and reach a large scale, for the pale male
and I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a
and stop drinkin ale, the booty smell
Ain't no pussy worth a at least not for the kid to do a bid
Shit you flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid
Got doodoo skids on my paper I got rhymes up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets like a mustache
I must ask what's on with rap, white kids actin black
It's McDonald's sellin fatback
Get back to your Mac, that stuff is wack with all these
I'm hearin rap from Antrhax, my time the Caravan
wack, that's the only thing that's black Scooter
When we was on the streets, you was at home on your
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 deal I can't see that far
I feel Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R
or in Charge, it surely ain't Charles
but you ain't G-in hip-hop, cause it's
"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 fifth I would lift the fifth and a
it's not a myth about our width, I'm swift and I shoot the

In essence count your I got a Wessun if you riff
I'm a nigga with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my name should be Smith-sonian
I'm girls heads, just like petroleum
Get em ready to bone me and, then I play
and turn off the lights is the likes of a
ticketing wallowing high jumping radio rumping
Got Seoul like Korea gimme an I'll take a liter
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
water or a beer bottle, of course I play the lotto
Wear em? No, em? A hoe
I like the the girls I share a life with a bro
U-A-C is family, much tighter than foundations
that holds up the walls, so you proceed with caution
"Gimme a pound, you man"
"Gimme a pound" (4X)