Luyện nghe bài hát Soul in the Hole

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

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

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

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

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 socks up to your knees like Michael

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

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

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

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

Yo man, I got next! Next, you ain't got man
Yo go over there in the corner with Raines
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 plan but your for a way out
Figure of speech, spoken for a drum, three on one
You know the

Point up the joints up, up for an uproar soarin'
you execute the score, then you fade away
This has been played
Gave the 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
Coachin' but you're slouchin', you can't be

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

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

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

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

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