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

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 blazers
So like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow
Me go with mi to see the Man named Chico

The legal alienaeno, I the instrumentals
Like Jack I be 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 wanna cuss on how I walk
And dress, they say, "My life's a mess" but I'm
Are you If you straight, then I'm straight
Rock me tonight, just for old time's

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

A bunch of funky Thomases play like Christopher 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 rappin' motherfuckers

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

For a record sale a nigga'll his soul to go gold
And reach a scale, sellin' for the pale male
And I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a
And stop drinkin' ale, the booty 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 doodoo on my paper 'cause I got rhymes up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a
I must ask goin' on with rap, white kids actin' 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 only thing that's scooter
When we was on the streets, you was at home on computer
I'ma a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups

are wack as hell! And they sample wack loops
I'm wonderin' how the they get a deal I still can't see that far
I feel 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, it's ours

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

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

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

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

'em, no, share 'em, a hoe, I like the girls
The girls I a life with a bro, 'cause UAC is family
tighter than 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
a pound, thank you man
Gimme a