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 downtown 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 than fruits, got more soul than boots
Diggin two scoops of raisins for the out of some blazers
so amazin like everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow
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 that stuff for the Care Bears
The way I funk OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah"
Correction, "Hell yes"; old wanna cuss
on how I talk and dress, they 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 sake
to our regularly scheduled program, program
I am so damn flam, I a slam, BAM, I slam
like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll play
Cause see I it quiet in here...
I Mark a Markyiana a bunch of funky Thomases
Play like Christopher Williams cause I gotta keep my
to stick to my roots and not dilute cause G ain't two colors
I'm tired of these non rappin dancin 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 scale, sellin for the pale male
and I tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail
and stop drinkin ale, the booty probably
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 skids on my paper cause I got rhymes up the ass
If I gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustache
I must ask what's goin on with rap, kids actin black
It's like McDonald's fatback
Get back to your Mac, that is wack with all these dancetracks
I'm hearin rap from Antrhax, my the Caravan cracks
wack, that's the only thing that's black Scooter
When we was on the streets, you was at home on your
shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups
Rhymes are as hell! And they sample wack loops
I'm how the hell they get a deal I still can't see that far
I like Cypress Hill, I could just 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
(repeat 4X)
It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I a flea flicker
of thatI boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta
is stricter, I stick I stick the stinkin to a
If soda was a forty dog, then I would be like
If if was a I would lift the fifth and a spliff
it's not a about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the

In essence count your 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 this is the likes of a
ticketing wallowing jumping radio rumping brother
Got Seoul like Korea gimme an I'll take a liter
A chick is a chick how I treat her
go pop I'm not a two liter
A true leader, don't to follow, choose what I swallow
whether or a beer bottle, of course I play the lotto
em? No, share em? A hoe
I the girls the girls I share a life with a bro
U-A-C is family, much tighter than foundations
that holds up the walls, so you better proceed with
"Gimme a pound, you man"
"Gimme a pound" (4X)