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 you'll get ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the mound
Not a rebound but like a I get down down
Never wore a but I get loose
Producin somethin fresher than fruits, got more soul than combat
Diggin two scoops of raisins for the out of some blazers
so amazin like Luther everyday Joe but not
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 legal alienaeno, I the instrumentals
Like Jack I be Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
Not sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears
The way I freak funk OHHHH the sayin, "Hell yeah"
Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna
on how I walk 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, for old time's sake
Back to our regularly 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 Markyiana a bunch of funky Uncle
Play like Christopher Williams cause I gotta my promises
to stick to my roots and not cause G this ain't two colors
I'm tired of seein these non rappin 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 a tail
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 flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you
Got doodoo skids on my cause I got rhymes up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a
I must ask what's goin on rap, white 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 from Antrhax, my time the Caravan
You're wack, that's the only thing black Scooter
When we was on the streets, you was at home on computer
I'ma shoot a diss well like a fist to all wack groups
Rhymes are wack as hell! And they wack loops
I'm wonderin how the hell they get a deal I still see that far
I feel like Cypress Hill, I could kill an A&R
or whoever's in Charge, it surely Charles
but you ain't hip-hop, cause it's ours
"Gimme a pound, you man" --> Tim Dog
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sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker
Think of thatI boa constrictor but the venom I
is stricter, I I stick the stinkin to a stunk
If was a forty dog, then I would be like drunk
If if was a fifth I would the fifth and a spliff
it's not a myth our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the

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