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 beef then you'll get 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
wore a leash but I get loose
Producin somethin fresher 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 troop to shoot a flow
Me go with mi amigo, to see the Man named
The legal alienaeno, I roll the
Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care
The way I freak funk 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
Rock me tonight, just for old time's
Back to our regularly scheduled program,
I am so flam, I slam a slam, BAM, I slam
like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll librarian
see I want it quiet in here...
I a Markyiana a bunch of funky Uncle Thomases
Play like Christopher cause I gotta keep my promises
to stick to my roots and not dilute cause G this two colors
I'm tired of seein these non rappin dancin
"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 can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a
and stop drinkin ale, the probably smell
Ain't no pussy worth a at least not for the kid to do a bid
you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid
Got skids on my paper cause I got rhymes up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets like a mustache
I must ask what's goin on rap, white kids actin black
It's like McDonald's sellin
Get back to your Mac, that 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
When we was on the streets, you was at on your computer
I'ma shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack
Rhymes are wack as hell! And they wack loops
I'm how the hell they get a deal I still can't see that far
I feel like Cypress Hill, I could kill an A&R
or whoever's in Charge, it surely ain't
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 I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker
Think of thatI boa constrictor but the venom I
is stricter, I stick I the stinkin to a stunk
If soda was a forty dog, I would be like drunk
If if was a fifth I lift the fifth and a spliff
it's not a myth about our dick width, I'm swift and I the

In essence your blessings I got a Wessun if you riff
I'm a nigga SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last name should be Smith-sonian
I'm gassin heads, just like petroleum
Get em ready to bone me and, I play custodian
and turn off the lights this is the of a
ticketing wallowing high 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 leader, don't choose to follow, choose what I swallow
water or a beer bottle, of course I play the lotto
Wear em? No, em? A hoe
I the girls the girls I share a life with a bro
cause U-A-C is family, much tighter foundations
holds up the walls, so you better proceed with caution
"Gimme a pound, you man"
"Gimme a pound" (4X)