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 Brown 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 by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the mound
Not a rebound but a hound I get down down
Never wore a leash but I get
somethin fresher than fruits, got more soul than combat boots
Diggin two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some
so amazin like Luther 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 Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a
Not your sex symbol so save 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, say my life's a mess
But I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I'm
Rock me tonight, just for old time's
Back to our regularly program, program
I am so flam, I slam a slam, BAM, I slam
like Conan the Barbarian, if you loud, I'll play librarian
Cause see I want it in here...
I a Markyiana a bunch of funky Uncle Thomases
Play like Christopher cause I gotta keep my promises
to stick to my and not dilute cause G this ain't two colors
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 sell his soul to go gold
and reach a large scale, for the pale male
and I tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail
and stop drinkin ale, the booty probably
Ain't no worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid
Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you you slid
Got doodoo 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 with rap, white kids black
It's like McDonald's fatback
Get back to your Mac, that stuff is wack with all dancetracks
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 computer
I'ma shoot a diss well like a fist to all wack groups
Rhymes are as hell! And they sample wack loops
I'm wonderin how the hell they get a I still can't see that far
I feel like Cypress Hill, I just kill 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 flick a flicker
of thatI boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta
is stricter, I stick I stick the to a stunk
If soda was a dog, then I would be like drunk
If if was a fifth I would lift the and a spliff
it's not a myth about our dick width, I'm and I shoot the

In essence count blessings I got a Wessun if you riff
I'm a nigga with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last name should be
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 wallowing high jumping radio rumping
Got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll a liter
A chick is a 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 water or a beer bottle, of course I the lotto
em? No, share em? A hoe
I like the girls the girls I share a life 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)