Luyện nghe bài hát Soul By The Pound

Gimme a pound, you man
Gimme a pound, you man
a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, 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 you'll get ground,
Cut up in soul, soul, by the pound,
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown, I'm the mound
Not a rebound, but a hound, I get down, down

Never wore a but I get loose, producin', somethin'
than fruits got more soul than combat boots
Diggin' two scoops of for the troops out of some blazers
So amazin' like everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a but now I troop to shoot a free flow
Me go with mi amigo to see the Man Chico

The legal alienaeno, I roll the
Like Jack I be Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care
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 straight? If you straight, I'm straight
Rock me tonight, for old time's sake

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

A bunch of funky uncle Thomases play Christopher Williams
'Cause I gotta keep my to stick to my roots and not dilute
'Cause G ain't 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
Gimme a pound, you man

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

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

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

Rhymes are wack as hell! And they wack loops
I'm wonderin' how the hell they get a deal I still see that far
I feel like 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

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

It's you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker
Think of that I boa constrictor but the 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 the fifth and a spliff

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

is the likes of a ticketing wallowing high jumping radio
Rumping brother got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch take a liter
A chick is a chick that's how I treat her go pop I'm not a two liter
A true leader, choose to follow, choose what I swallow
Whether water or a beer bottle, of course I the lotto

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

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