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

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

The alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals
Like Jack I be like Nimble never to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Bears
The way I freak funk, ooh, the sayin', "Hell yeah"

Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks cuss on how I walk talk
And dress, they say, "My a mess" but I'm straight
Are you straight? If you straight, 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 like Conan the Barbarian, if you loud
I'll play librarian, 'cause see I it quiet in here, I Mark a Markyiana

A bunch of funky uncle play like Christopher Williams
I gotta keep 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

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

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

Shit you musta you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid
Got doodoo skids on my paper 'cause I got up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed a mustache
I must ask what's goin' on with rap, kids actin' black
It's like McDonald's sellin' fatback, get back to 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 on your computer
I'ma shoot a diss like a fist to all these wack groups

are wack as hell! And they sample wack loops
I'm wonderin' how the hell get a deal I still can't 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 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 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 would the fifth and a spliff

It's not a myth about our dick width, I'm and I shoot the presents
In essence count your blessings, I got a 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 to bone me
And then I play and turn off the lights

This is the of a ticketing wallowing high jumping radio
Rumping got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll 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, don't to follow, choose what I swallow
Whether water or a beer bottle, of course I play the

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

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