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 is now sound
Hearin' and fearin' the momentum of the step
Shook to the left because the brother

Crept his ego, so he caught a bad one
Switched my next flip, he he had some grip
But my grip is when my 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 sucker who is for
Static, me grab it every I get
One on one I'll never run and 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 settin' soul in the

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

liquid, pick up a park pill
Induce a over free form with this skill
Spills are spun, a crossover slice
Sugar the pavement says

Schemin' on suicide to play I slash
First step, I ya ass
to wayside, ain't no weak side
Baseline I'm never givin', on the flip

to a mic like a hand palm rubber
Roll off a finger, you're gum, I ya
Sweep a Knickerbocker, the 3rd stops ya
And after dark, I play the part of boot

Twenty-four seven, always out to get
Slap her on the concrete, bleed the hand's numb
A way of life found, a rim stuck to a
An asphalt jungle, soul in the

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

is in effect, callin' for a play out
Lay out the but your scammin' for a way out
Figure of speech, spoken wise for a drum, on one
You the outcome

Point up the joints up, straight up for an uproar
Then you execute the score, then you away
This has been played
the gift swift, you just got self-made

Execute performance, the 3rd step upon
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 got the handle
I drop the French, 'cause Serch grilled your
Face intense, you're sellin' soul
for the action of soul in the hole

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

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

Water runs, and I let it fly
Slide a weak side, into
Try to silk textures of the fingertips
Three covered, as I dip

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