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 then 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
Never a leash but I get loose
Producin somethin fresher fruits, got more soul than combat boots
Diggin two scoops of for the troops out of some blazers
so amazin like Luther Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a but now I troop to shoot a free flow
Me go mi amigo, to see the Man named Chico
The legal alienaeno, I roll the
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 funk OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah"
Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna
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
me tonight, just for old time's sake
Back to our regularly program, program
I am so flam, I slam a slam, BAM, I slam
like the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll play librarian
Cause see I want it in here...
I Mark a a bunch of funky Uncle Thomases
Play like Christopher Williams cause I gotta my promises
to to my roots and not dilute cause G this ain't two colors
I'm of seein these 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 reach a large scale, sellin for the male
and I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a
and drinkin ale, the booty probably smell
no pussy worth 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 I got rhymes up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets like a mustache
I must ask goin on with rap, white kids actin black
It's like sellin fatback
Get to your Mac, that stuff is wack with all these dancetracks
I'm hearin rap Antrhax, my time the Caravan cracks
You're wack, that's the only that's black Scooter
we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer
I'ma shoot a well 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 can't see that far
I feel like Cypress Hill, I just kill an A&R
or whoever's in Charge, it surely ain't
but you ain't G-in hip-hop, cause ours
"Gimme a pound, you man" --> Tim Dog
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It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea
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 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 Wessun if you
I'm a nigga with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last should be Smith-sonian
I'm gassin girls heads, like petroleum
Get em ready to bone me and, then I custodian
and turn off the this is the likes of a
ticketing high jumping radio rumping brother
Got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch take a liter
A is a chick that's how I treat her
never go pop I'm not a two
A true leader, don't choose to follow, choose I swallow
whether or a beer bottle, of course I play 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
holds up the walls, so you better proceed with caution
"Gimme a pound, you man"
"Gimme a pound" (4X)