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
a pound, thank 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 downtown like 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 boots
Diggin' two scoops of for the troops out of some blazers
So amazin' like Luther 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 roll the
Like Jack I be like Nimble gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so save that soft for the Care Bears
The way I funk, ooh, the Monkees sayin', "Hell yeah"

Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna on how I walk talk
And dress, say, "My life's a mess" but I'm straight
Are you If you straight, then I'm straight
Rock me tonight, just for old 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, 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 promises to stick to my roots and not
'Cause G this ain't two colors, I'm tired of these
Non dancin' motherfuckers

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

For a record sale a nigga'll sell his to go gold
And reach a large scale, for the pale male
And I tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail
And stop drinkin' ale, the booty 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 on my paper 'cause I got rhymes up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets like a mustache
I must ask what's on with rap, white kids actin' black
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 the Caravan cracks
You're wack, the only thing that's black scooter
When we was on the streets, you was at home on your
shoot a diss 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 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 but you ain't G in hip-hop, 'cause 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 sick you I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker
Think of that I boa constrictor but the venom I
Is stricter, I stick, I stick the stinkin' to a
If soda was a forty dog, then I would be drunk
If if was a fifth I would lift the fifth and a

It's not a myth about our dick width, I'm swift and I the presents
In count your blessings, I got a Wesson if you riff
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 custodian and turn off the lights

This is the likes of a wallowing high jumping radio
Rumping brother got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll 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, choose what I
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 a bro, 'cause UAC is family
Much tighter than foundations that up the walls
So you proceed with caution

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