Luyện nghe bài hát Soul By The Pound

Gimme a pound, you man
a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, you man
a pound, thank 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 leash but I get loose, producin',
Fresher than got more soul than combat boots
Diggin' two scoops of for the troops out of some blazers
So amazin' Luther everyday 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 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 If you straight, then I'm straight
Rock me tonight, just for old sake

Back to our regularly scheduled program, program, I am so damn
I slam a slam, bam, I slam Conan 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 Thomases play like Christopher Williams
I gotta keep my promises to stick 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 a nigga'll sell 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 ale, the booty probably smell
no pussy worth 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 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, white kids actin'
It's like McDonald's sellin' fatback, get to your 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
we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer
I'ma shoot a diss like a fist to all these wack groups

Rhymes are wack as hell! And sample wack loops
I'm how the hell they get a deal I still can't see that far
I feel like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R or whoever's in
It surely ain't but you ain't G in hip-hop, 'cause it's ours

Gimme a pound, 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 constrictor but the venom I
Is stricter, I stick, I the stinkin' 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 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 name should 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 high jumping radio
brother got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll take a liter
A chick is a chick that's how I her never go pop I'm not a two liter
A true leader, don't choose to follow, what I swallow
water or a beer bottle, of course I play the lotto

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

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