Luyện nghe bài hát Soul in the Hole

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

Crept into his ego, so he a bad one
my next flip, he thought he had some grip
But my grip is when my fingers curl the mic
I know what it's like, a dog eat dog

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

This position isn't switchin', pitchin' out a blind
Hindsight, my mind's right, time run through the
is my name, the game and my goal
3rd settin' soul in the hole

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

Drip liquid, pick up a park
Induce a hand over free with this skill
Spills are spun, a crossover break
Sugar brother the pavement

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

Grass to a mic a hand palm rubber
off a finger, you're 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 till the hand's
A way of life found, a rim stuck to a
An jungle, soul in the hole

Yo man, I got next! Next, you ain't got man
Yo go over there in the with Michael Raines
And take a of tokes of the pipes man
You know what I'm

Point is in effect, callin' for a out
Lay out the but your scammin' for a way out
Figure of speech, wise for a drum, three on one
You know the

Point up the joints up, straight up for an soarin'
Then you execute the score, then you away
This fade has been
Gave the swift, you just got self-made

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

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

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

reverb, soothe he goes a rip slip
By his or petty 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, into
Try to terminate textures of the fingertips
bases covered, as I dip

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