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
Gimme a pound, you man
a pound, thank 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, you'll 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
two scoops of raisins 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 mi amigo to see the Man named Chico

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 funk, ooh, the Monkees sayin', "Hell yeah"

Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna cuss on how I talk
And dress, they say, "My life's a mess" but I'm
Are you If you straight, then I'm straight
me tonight, just for old time's sake

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

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

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 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 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 with rap, kids actin' black
It's like sellin' fatback, get back to your Mac

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

Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample loops
I'm wonderin' how the hell they get a deal I still 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 ain't G in hip-hop, it's ours

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

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

It's not a myth 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 with soul, my last name should be Smith-sonian
I'm girls heads, just like petroleum get 'em ready to bone me
And then I play custodian and off the lights

This is the of a ticketing wallowing high jumping radio
Rumping brother got Seoul 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 leader, don't choose to follow, choose what I swallow
Whether water or a beer bottle, of I play the lotto

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

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