Luyện nghe bài hát Soul in the Hole

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

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

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

This isn't switchin', pitchin' out a blind pass
Hindsight, my mind's right, run through the hourglass
Serch is my name, the and my goal
3rd Bass soul in the hole

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

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

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

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

Twenty-four seven, out to get some
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 there in the corner with Michael Raines
And a couple of tokes of the pipes man
You know what I'm

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

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

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

You want the rock? But you got the handle
I drop the French, Serch grilled your mantle
Face intense, you're your soul
for the action of soul in the hole

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

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

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

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