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 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 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 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 Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears
The way I funk OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah"
Correction, "Hell yes"; old wanna 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, for old time's sake
Back to our regularly scheduled program,
I am so damn flam, I a slam, BAM, I slam
like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll librarian
Cause see I want it in here...
I Mark a Markyiana a bunch of funky Uncle
Play like Christopher Williams I gotta keep my promises
to stick to my and not dilute cause G this ain't two colors
I'm tired of seein non rappin 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 scale, sellin for the pale male
and I can't tell, why for a hoe you a tail
and stop drinkin ale, the booty smell
Ain't no pussy worth a sale at 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 pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed a mustache
I must ask what's goin on with rap, white kids actin
like McDonald's sellin fatback
Get to your Mac, that stuff is wack with all these dancetracks
I'm hearin rap from Antrhax, my time the cracks
You're wack, that's the only that's black Scooter
When we was on the streets, you was at home on your
I'ma shoot a diss well like a fist to all these groups
Rhymes are as hell! And they sample 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 whoever's in Charge, it surely Charles
but you ain't G-in hip-hop, cause ours
"Gimme a pound, you man" --> Tim Dog
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It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flicker
Think of boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta
is stricter, I stick I stick the to a stunk
If soda was a forty dog, then I 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 Wessun if you
I'm a nigga SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last name should be Smith-sonian
I'm gassin girls heads, just like
Get em to bone me and, then I play custodian
and turn off the lights is the likes of a
wallowing high jumping radio rumping brother
Got Seoul like Korea gimme an I'll take a liter
A is a chick that's how I treat her
go pop I'm not a two liter
A true leader, 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 like the girls the girls I share a with a bro
U-A-C is family, much tighter than foundations
that holds up the walls, so you better proceed caution
"Gimme a pound, you man"
"Gimme a pound" (4X)