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

Never wore a leash but I get loose, producin',
Fresher than fruits got soul than combat boots
Diggin' two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some
So amazin' like 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 named

The legal alienaeno, I the instrumentals
Jack I be like Nimble never 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 cuss on how I walk talk
And dress, they say, "My life's a mess" but I'm
Are you straight? If you straight, then I'm
me tonight, just for old time's sake

Back to our regularly program, program, I am so damn flam
I slam a slam, bam, I slam like Conan the Barbarian, if you loud
I'll play librarian, 'cause see I want it 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 tired of these
Non dancin' motherfuckers

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

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

Shit you flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid
Got skids 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 fatback, get back to your Mac

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

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 Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R or in charge
It surely ain't Charles but you ain't G in hip-hop, 'cause it's

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

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

It's not a myth about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the
In essence count your blessings, I got a if you riff
I'm a with soul, my last 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 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, don't choose to follow, what I swallow
water or a beer bottle, of course I play the lotto

Wear 'em, no, 'em, a hoe, I like the girls
The girls I share a with a bro, 'cause UAC is family
Much than foundations 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