Luyện nghe bài hát Soul in the Hole

Knowledge on the court, what is all around
The light goes up, my mic blows up, the silence is now
Hearin' and fearin' the momentum of the stutter
Shook to the left because the slept

Crept into his ego, so he a bad one
Switched my next flip, he thought he had grip
But my grip is my fingers curl around the mic
I know what like, a dog eat dog world

But I'm a out on the parquet floor
Whether ballin' or callin' out a who is lookin' for
Static, me grab it chance I get
One on one I'll never run and the high off the net

position isn't switchin', pitchin' out a blind pass
Hindsight, my mind's right, time run the hourglass
Serch is my name, the game and my
3rd Bass settin' soul in the

Yo man, why don't you give me the pole
Why are you freezin' me
Yo man, you can't play, you ain't got no handle
Got your up to your knees like Michael Raines

Drip liquid, up a park pill
Induce a hand free form with this skill
Spills are spun, a break slice
Sugar brother the says

Schemin' on suicide to play I slash
step, I shook ya ass
Step to wayside, no weak side
Baseline I'm never givin', on the side

Grass to a mic like a hand rubber
Roll off a finger, gum, I rubbed ya
Sweep a Knickerbocker, the 3rd stops ya
And after dark, I the part of boot knocker

seven, always out to get some
Slap her on the concrete, bleed the hand's numb
A way of found, a rim stuck to a pole
An jungle, soul in the hole

Yo man, I got next! Next, you got next man
Yo go over there in the corner Michael Raines
And take a of tokes of the pipes man
You what I'm sayin'?

Point is in effect, for a play out
Lay out the plan but scammin' for a way out
Figure of speech, spoken for a drum, three on one
You know the

Point up the up, straight up for an uproar soarin'
Then you execute the score, then you fade
This fade has played
the gift swift, you just got self-made

Execute performance, the 3rd step this
Me and Pete, complete, sex endurance
Tip on the rim you and rehearse
but you're slouchin', you can't be first

You want the rock? But you don't got the
I drop the French, 'cause grilled your mantle
Face intense, you're sellin' your
Just for the action of in the hole

Pavement bounce off metal human flesh
Slum onside you got next
Each day evident, parks brothers down
One on one, it boils to showdown

Spins reverb, soothe he a rip slip
By his larceny or theft
Spectators move, lips into
Pop shit, get hit, the then becomes an ocean

runs, springs and I let it fly
Slide a weak side, vein
Try to terminate silk textures of the
bases covered, as I dip

Deeper repertoire, the Minister an innovator
Take a sphere and a mic and I'll step
lamps of the Serch, cold
Shootin' lava in the soul in the