Luyện nghe bài hát Soul By The Pound

Gimme a pound, you man
Gimme a pound, you man
a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, you man
Gimme a pound, you man
Gimme a pound, 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 mound
Not a rebound, but a hound, I get down, down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That stuff is wack with all dance tracks
I'm hearin rap from anthrax, my time the 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 wack groups

Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample 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 ain't Charles but you ain't G in hip-hop, 'cause it's

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

It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I a flea flicker
Think of I boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta
Is stricter, I stick, I the stinkin' to a stunk
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 dick width, I'm swift and I 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, like petroleum get 'em ready to bone me
And then I play custodian and turn off the

This is the likes of a ticketing wallowing jumping radio
Rumping got Seoul 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 I swallow
water or a beer bottle, of course I play the lotto

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

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