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 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 Julie Brown, I'm the round mound
Not a rebound, but a hound, I get down, down

wore a leash but I get loose, producin', somethin'
Fresher fruits got more soul than combat boots
Diggin' two scoops of for the troops out of some blazers
So amazin' like Luther Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a hooper but now I troop to a free flow
Me go with mi amigo to see the Man named

The alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals
Like Jack I be like never gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so that soft stuff for the Care Bears
The way I funk, ooh, the Monkees 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 If you straight, then I'm straight
Rock me tonight, just for old 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 of funky uncle Thomases play like Christopher Williams
I gotta keep 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
a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, you man

For a sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go gold
And reach a large scale, sellin' for the pale
And I can't tell, why for a hoe you a tail
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 flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid
Got skids on my paper 'cause I got rhymes up the ass
If I gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustache
I must ask what's goin' on rap, white kids actin' black
It's like McDonald's fatback, get back to your Mac

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

Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample loops
I'm wonderin' how the they get a deal I still can't see that far
I feel like Cypress Hill, I could 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
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 the presents
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' heads, just like petroleum get 'em ready to bone me
And then I custodian and turn off the lights

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

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

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a pound, thank you man
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