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 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 round
Not a rebound, but a hound, I get down, 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 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 mi amigo to see the Man named Chico

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

Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna cuss on how I walk
And dress, say, "My life's a mess" but I'm straight
Are you straight? If you straight, then I'm
Rock me tonight, for old time's sake

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

A bunch of funky uncle Thomases play Christopher Williams
'Cause I gotta keep my promises to stick to my roots and not
'Cause G this ain't two colors, I'm tired of seein'
Non rappin' motherfuckers

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

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

Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you 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 goin' on with rap, white kids actin' black
It's like McDonald's sellin' fatback, get back to Mac

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

Rhymes are wack as hell! And sample wack loops
I'm wonderin' how the hell they get a deal I still see that far
I feel like Hill, I could just kill an A&R or whoever's in charge
It surely ain't but you ain't 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

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, then I would be like
If if was a fifth I would lift the and a spliff

It's not a myth our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the presents
In count your 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 petroleum get 'em ready to bone me
And I play custodian and turn off the lights

This is the likes of a ticketing wallowing jumping radio
brother got Seoul like Korea 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, what I swallow
Whether water or a beer bottle, of course I the lotto

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

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