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

Never wore a but I get loose, producin', somethin'
Fresher than got more soul than combat boots
Diggin' two scoops of raisins for the 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 with mi to see the Man named Chico

The legal alienaeno, I the instrumentals
Like Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a
Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care
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, I'm straight
Rock me tonight, just for old time's

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 uncle Thomases play like Christopher Williams
'Cause I keep my promises to stick to my roots and not dilute
G this ain't two colors, I'm tired of seein' these
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 nigga'll sell his to go gold
And reach a large scale, for the pale male
And I tell, why for a hoe you grow 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 flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you
Got doodoo skids on my paper I got rhymes up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or trimmed like a mustache
I must ask what's goin' on with rap, white kids actin'
It's like sellin' fatback, get back to your Mac

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

Rhymes are wack as hell! And sample wack loops
I'm wonderin' how the hell they get a deal I 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

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

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

It's not a about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the presents
In essence count your blessings, I got a 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 then I play custodian and turn off the

This is the likes of a ticketing wallowing high radio
Rumping brother got Seoul Korea gimme an inch I'll take a liter
A chick is a chick that's how I her never go pop I'm not a two liter
A leader, don't choose to follow, choose what I swallow
Whether water or a beer bottle, of course I play the

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 better proceed with

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