Luyện nghe bài hát Soul By The Pound

Gimme a pound, you man
a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, you man
Gimme a pound, you man
a pound, thank 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 you'll get 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,

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

The legal alienaeno, I the instrumentals
Like I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
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 folks cuss on how I walk talk
And dress, say, "My life's a mess" but I'm straight
Are you straight? If you straight, then I'm
me tonight, just for old time's sake

Back to our scheduled program, program, I am so damn flam
I a slam, bam, I slam 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 uncle Thomases play like Christopher Williams
'Cause I keep my promises to stick to my roots and not dilute
'Cause G this ain't two colors, I'm tired of seein'
Non rappin' motherfuckers

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

For a record sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go
And a large scale, sellin' for the pale male
And I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a
And drinkin' ale, the booty probably smell
no pussy worth 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 'cause I got rhymes up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or trimmed like a mustache
I must ask what's goin' on with rap, white kids actin'
It's like sellin' fatback, get back to your Mac

That stuff is wack with all dance tracks
I'm hearin rap anthrax, my time the Caravan cracks
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 diss like a fist to all these wack groups

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

Gimme a pound, 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
of that I boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta
Is stricter, I stick, I stick the stinkin' to a
If was a forty dog, then I would be like drunk
If if was a fifth I would the fifth and a spliff

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

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

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

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