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
a pound, thank 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 get ground, ground
Cut up in soul, soul, by the pound,
I'm going like Julie 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 more than combat boots
Diggin' two scoops of raisins for the out of some blazers
So amazin' Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free
Me go with mi amigo to see the Man named

The legal alienaeno, I roll the
Like Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a
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, they say, "My life's a mess" but I'm
Are you straight? If you straight, I'm straight
Rock me tonight, for old time's sake

to our regularly scheduled program, program, I am so damn flam
I slam a slam, bam, I slam like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk
I'll play librarian, 'cause see I want it in here, I Mark a Markyiana

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

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

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

Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you
Got doodoo skids on my 'cause I got rhymes up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks or gets trimmed like a mustache
I must ask what's goin' on rap, white kids actin' black
It's like sellin' fatback, get back to your Mac

That stuff is wack with all these tracks
I'm hearin rap from anthrax, my the Caravan cracks
You're wack, that's the only thing that's scooter
When we was on the streets, you was at home on 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 Cypress Hill, I could kill an A&R or whoever's in charge
It surely ain't Charles but you G in hip-hop, 'cause it's ours

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

It's sick you I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker
Think of I boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta
Is stricter, I stick, I the stinkin' to a stunk
If soda was a dog, then I would be like drunk
If if was a I would lift the fifth and a spliff

It's not a about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the presents
In essence your blessings, I got a Wesson if you riff
I'm a nigga with soul, my last should be Smith-sonian
I'm gassin' heads, just like petroleum get 'em ready to bone me
And then I play custodian and turn off the

This is the likes of a ticketing wallowing jumping radio
Rumping brother got Seoul like gimme an inch 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, choose what I
Whether water or a beer bottle, of course I the lotto

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

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