Luyện nghe bài hát Soul By The Pound

Gimme a pound, you man
Gimme a pound, 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 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 a hound, I get down, down

Never a leash but I get loose, producin', somethin'
than fruits got more soul than combat boots
Diggin' two scoops of raisins for the out of some blazers
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 Jack I be Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
Not sex symbol so save 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 talk
And dress, they say, "My a mess" but I'm straight
Are you If you straight, then I'm straight
Rock me tonight, just for old time's

Back to our regularly program, program, I am so damn flam
I slam a slam, bam, I slam Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud
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 my promises to stick to my roots and not dilute
'Cause G this ain't two colors, I'm of seein' these
Non dancin' motherfuckers

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

For a record sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go
And reach a large scale, sellin' for the pale
And I can't tell, why for a hoe you a tail
And stop drinkin' ale, the probably smell
Ain't no pussy worth a sale at not for the kid to do a bid

you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid
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 actin' black
It's like sellin' fatback, get back to your Mac

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

Rhymes are wack as hell! And they wack loops
I'm wonderin' how the hell they get a I still can't see that far
I feel like Cypress Hill, I just kill an A&R or whoever's in charge
It surely ain't but you ain't 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

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 to a stunk
If soda was a forty dog, then I be like drunk
If if was a I would lift the fifth and a spliff

It's not a myth our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the presents
In count 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 ready to me
And then I play custodian and turn off the

This is the likes of a ticketing wallowing jumping radio
brother got Seoul 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 true leader, choose to follow, choose what I swallow
Whether water or a beer bottle, of course I play the

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

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