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 Leroy 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 Brown, I'm the round mound
Not a rebound, but like a hound, I get down,

Never a leash but I get loose, producin', somethin'
Fresher than fruits got more soul than combat
two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some blazers
So amazin' like everyday Joe but not Bazooka
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 roll the
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 wanna cuss on how I 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 scheduled program, program, I am so damn flam
I slam a slam, bam, I like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud
I'll librarian, 'cause see I want it quiet in here, I Mark a Markyiana

A bunch of funky uncle Thomases play like Williams
I gotta keep my promises to stick to my roots and not dilute
'Cause G ain't two colors, I'm tired of seein' these
Non rappin' 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 soul to go
And reach a large scale, sellin' for the pale
And I can't tell, why for a hoe you a tail
And drinkin' ale, the booty probably smell
no pussy worth a sale at least 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 gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustache
I must ask what's goin' on with rap, white kids black
It's like McDonald's sellin' fatback, get to your Mac

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

Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample wack
I'm wonderin' how the hell they get a 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 Charles 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
a pound, thank you man

It's 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 stinkin' to a
If soda was a forty dog, then I would be drunk
If if was a fifth I lift the fifth and a spliff

It's not a about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the presents
In essence count blessings, I got a Wesson if you riff
I'm a nigga with soul, my last name should be
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
Rumping brother got Seoul like Korea gimme an I'll take a liter
A is a chick that's how I treat 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, '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

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