Luyện nghe bài hát Soul in the Hole

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

Crept his ego, so he caught a bad one
Switched my next flip, he thought he had grip
But my grip is when my fingers around the mic
I what it's like, a dog eat dog world

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

This position switchin', pitchin' out a blind pass
Hindsight, my mind's right, time run through the
Serch is my name, the and my goal
3rd Bass soul in the hole

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

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

Schemin' on to play post I slash
First step, I ya ass
Step to wayside, ain't no side
Baseline I'm givin', on the flip side

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

Twenty-four seven, out to get some
Slap her on the concrete, bleed till the numb
A way of found, a rim stuck to a pole
An asphalt jungle, in the hole

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

is in effect, callin' for a play out
Lay out the plan but scammin' for a way out
of speech, spoken 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 fade
fade has been played
Gave the gift swift, you got self-made

performance, the 3rd step upon this
Me and Pete, complete, like sex
Tip on the rim you and rehearse
Coachin' but you're slouchin', you be first

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

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

Spins reverb, soothe he a rip slip
By his larceny or petty
Spectators move, lips motion
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
a sphere and a mic and I'll step later
Under lamps of the Serch,
Shootin' lava in the soul in the