Luyện nghe bài hát Soul By The Pound

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
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'
Fresher than fruits got more soul combat boots
Diggin' two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some
So amazin' like Luther everyday Joe but not
I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free
Me go mi amigo to see the Man named Chico

The legal alienaeno, I the instrumentals
Like Jack I be like Nimble gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex so save that soft stuff 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, they say, "My a mess" but I'm straight
Are you If you straight, then I'm straight
Rock me tonight, just for old time's

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 it quiet in here, I Mark a Markyiana

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

Gimme a pound, you man
Gimme a pound, 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 large scale, for the pale male
And I tell, why for a hoe you grow 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 doodoo on my paper 'cause I got rhymes 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 stuff is wack with all these dance
I'm rap from anthrax, my time the Caravan cracks
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 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 get a deal I still can't see that far
I feel Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R or whoever's in charge
It ain't Charles but you ain't G in hip-hop, 'cause it's ours

a pound, thank 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 stick the to a stunk
If soda was a forty dog, 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 count 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, like petroleum get 'em ready to bone me
And I play custodian and turn off the lights

This is the likes of a ticketing wallowing high 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 leader, don't choose to follow, choose what I swallow
Whether water or a bottle, of course I play the lotto

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

a pound, thank 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