Luyện nghe bài hát Soul By The Pound

"Gimme a thank you man" > Tim Dog
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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 like Julie Brown I'm the round 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 raisins for the troops out of blazers
so amazin Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free
Me go with mi amigo, to see the Man Chico
The alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals
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 funk the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah"
Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna
on how I walk talk and dress, they say my life's a
But I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I'm
me tonight, just for old time's sake
Back to our regularly scheduled program,
I am so damn flam, I slam a slam, BAM, I
like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud, play librarian
Cause see I it quiet in here...
I Mark a a bunch of funky Uncle Thomases
Play like Christopher Williams cause I keep my promises
to stick to my roots and not dilute cause G ain't two colors
I'm tired of seein non rappin dancin motherfuckers
"Gimme a pound, you man" --> Tim Dog
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For a sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go gold
and a large scale, sellin for the pale male
and I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a
and drinkin ale, the booty probably smell
Ain't no pussy a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid
Shit you musta you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid
Got doodoo skids on my paper cause I got up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks or gets trimmed like a mustache
I must ask what's goin on with rap, kids actin black
It's McDonald's sellin fatback
Get back to your Mac, that stuff is with all these dancetracks
I'm hearin rap Antrhax, my time the Caravan cracks
You're wack, the only thing that's black Scooter
we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer
I'ma shoot a diss like a fist to all these wack groups
Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample wack
I'm wonderin how the hell they get a deal I still see that far
I feel like Cypress Hill, I could just an A&R
or whoever's in Charge, it surely Charles
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 stick I the stinkin to a stunk
If soda was a dog, then I would be like drunk
If if was a I would lift the fifth and a spliff
it's not a myth about our dick width, I'm 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 heads, just like petroleum
Get em to bone 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 take a liter
A chick is a that's how I treat her
go pop I'm not a two liter
A true leader, choose 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 life a bro
U-A-C 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)