Luyện nghe bài hát Soul By The Pound

Gimme a pound, you man
a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, you man
a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, you man
a pound, thank you man

I'm as bad, bad as Brown, Brown
Yo, I'm a pro, pro but not a noun,
If you got beef, beef, then get ground, ground
Cut up in soul, soul, by the pound,
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown, I'm the round
Not a rebound, but a hound, I get down, down

Never wore a but I get loose, producin', somethin'
Fresher than fruits got more soul combat boots
two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some blazers
So like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a but now I troop to shoot a free flow
Me go with mi to see the Man named Chico

The legal alienaeno, I roll the
Like Jack I be like never gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so save soft stuff for the Care Bears
The way I freak funk, ooh, the sayin', "Hell yeah"

Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna cuss on how I talk
And dress, they say, "My life's a mess" but I'm
Are you straight? If you straight, I'm straight
Rock me tonight, for old time's sake

Back to our scheduled program, program, I am so damn flam
I slam a slam, bam, I slam Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud
play librarian, 'cause see I want it quiet in here, I Mark a Markyiana

A bunch of funky uncle Thomases like Christopher Williams
'Cause I gotta my promises to stick to my roots and not dilute
'Cause G this ain't two colors, I'm of seein' these
Non rappin' motherfuckers

a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, you man
a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, you man

For a record sale a nigga'll his soul to go gold
And a large scale, sellin' for the pale male
And I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a
And stop ale, the booty probably smell
Ain't no pussy worth a sale at not for the kid to do a bid

Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you you slid
Got doodoo skids on my paper 'cause I got up the ass
If I pass gas, fast or gets trimmed like a mustache
I ask what's goin' on with rap, white kids actin' black
It's like sellin' fatback, get back to your Mac

That stuff is wack with all these dance
I'm rap from anthrax, my time the Caravan cracks
You're wack, that's the thing that's black scooter
we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer
I'ma shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack

Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample loops
I'm how the hell they get a deal I still can't see that far
I feel like Hill, I could just kill an A&R or whoever's in charge
It surely ain't Charles but you G in hip-hop, 'cause it's ours

a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, you man
Gimme a pound, you man
a pound, thank you man

It's you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker
Think of I 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 be like drunk
If if was a fifth I lift the fifth and a spliff

It's not a myth about our width, I'm swift and I shoot the presents
In essence your blessings, I got a Wesson if you riff
I'm a nigga soul, my last name should be Smith-sonian
I'm gassin' girls heads, just petroleum get 'em ready to bone me
And then I play custodian and turn off the

This is the likes of a ticketing wallowing high radio
Rumping brother got like Korea gimme an inch I'll take a liter
A chick is a chick that's how I treat her never go pop I'm not a two
A true leader, don't choose to follow, choose what I
Whether water or a bottle, of course I play the lotto

Wear 'em, no, 'em, a hoe, I like the girls
The girls I a life with a bro, 'cause UAC is family
Much tighter than foundations holds up the walls
So you better proceed caution

a pound, thank you man
Gimme a
Gimme a pound, you man
Gimme a
Gimme a pound, you man
a pound
Gimme a pound, you man
a pound