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 then you'll get ground ground
Cut up in soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown 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 than 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 hooper but now I troop to shoot a free
Me go mi amigo, to see the Man named Chico
The legal alienaeno, I the instrumentals
Like I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Bears
The way I freak OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah"
Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks cuss
on how I walk talk and dress, they say my life's a
But I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I'm
Rock me tonight, just for old time's
to our regularly scheduled 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 Markyiana a bunch of funky Uncle
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 rappin motherfuckers
"Gimme a pound, you man" --> Tim Dog
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For a record sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go
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 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 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 what's goin on with rap, kids actin black
It's like McDonald's fatback
Get back to your Mac, that stuff is wack all these dancetracks
I'm hearin rap from Antrhax, my the Caravan cracks
You're wack, that's the only thing black Scooter
we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer
I'ma shoot a diss well like a to all these 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 like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R
or in Charge, it surely ain't Charles
but you ain't hip-hop, cause it's ours
"Gimme a pound, you man" --> Tim Dog
(repeat 4X)
It's sick you I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker
of thatI boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta
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 would lift the fifth and a
not a myth about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the

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