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 Leroy 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 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 got more soul than combat boots
Diggin' two scoops of raisins for the troops out of blazers
So like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a hooper but now I to shoot a free flow
Me go mi amigo to see the Man named Chico

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

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

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

A bunch of funky uncle Thomases play like Williams
'Cause I gotta keep my promises to to my roots and not dilute
'Cause G this two colors, I'm tired of seein' these
Non dancin' 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 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 ale, the booty probably smell
Ain't no pussy a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid

Shit you flipped 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 or gets trimmed like a mustache
I must ask what's goin' on with rap, white kids black
It's like McDonald's sellin' fatback, get back to Mac

That stuff is wack with all these dance
I'm hearin rap from anthrax, my time the Caravan
You're wack, that's the thing that's black scooter
When we was on the streets, you was at home on computer
I'ma shoot a well like a fist 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 can't see far
I like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R or whoever's in charge
It surely ain't Charles but you ain't G in hip-hop, 'cause ours

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

It's you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker
Think of that I boa constrictor but the venom I
Is stricter, I stick, I stick the to a stunk
If soda was a dog, then I would be like drunk
If if was a fifth I would lift the fifth and a

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

This is the likes of a wallowing high jumping 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 leader, don't choose to follow, choose what I swallow
Whether water or a beer bottle, of course I the lotto

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

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