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
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 round
Not a rebound, but like a hound, I get down,

Never wore a leash but I get loose, producin',
Fresher than fruits got more soul than combat
Diggin' two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some
So amazin' Luther 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 alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals
Like I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Bears
The way I freak funk, ooh, the sayin', "Hell yeah"

Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks cuss 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
me tonight, just for old time's sake

Back to our regularly scheduled program, program, I am so 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 a Markyiana

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

a pound, thank 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 reach a large scale, sellin' for the male
And I can't tell, why for a hoe you a tail
And stop drinkin' ale, the probably smell
no pussy worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid

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

That is wack with all these dance tracks
I'm hearin rap from anthrax, my time the cracks
You're wack, that's the only thing that's black
When we was on the streets, you was at home on your
shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups

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

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

sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker
Think of that I boa 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 would lift the fifth and a

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

This is the likes of a ticketing high jumping radio
Rumping brother got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll 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
Whether water or a bottle, of course I play the lotto

Wear 'em, no, share 'em, a hoe, I like the
The girls I a life 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
Gimme a
Gimme a pound, you man
a pound