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

wore a leash but I get loose, producin', somethin'
Fresher than fruits got more soul combat boots
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 flow
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 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, 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 damn
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 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 sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go gold
And a large scale, sellin' for the pale male
And I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a
And stop drinkin' ale, the probably smell
Ain't no pussy worth a 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 I got rhymes up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets like a mustache
I must ask what's goin' on with rap, white kids black
It's like McDonald's fatback, get back to your Mac

That stuff is wack with all these dance
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 well like a fist to all these wack groups

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

a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, you man
Gimme a pound, you man
a pound, thank 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 stick the stinkin' to a
If soda was a dog, then I would be like drunk
If if was a fifth I would lift the fifth and a

It's not a myth about our dick width, I'm swift and I 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 to bone 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 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 to follow, choose 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 I share a life with a bro, 'cause UAC is family
tighter than foundations that holds up the walls
So you better proceed with

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