Luyện nghe bài hát Soul in the Soul

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

Crept his ego, so he caught a bad one
Switched my flip, he thought he had some grip
But my grip, is when my fingers curl 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 grab it chance I get
One on one I'll never run and the high off the net

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

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 knees Michael Raines

Drip liquid, up a park pill
Enduce a over free form with this skill
are spun, a crossover break slice
Sugar the pavement says

Scheamin' on suicide to play I slash
First step.. I ya ass
to wayside, ain't no weak side
Bassline I'm never givin', on the

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

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

Yo man, I got next!
You ain't got next man
You go over there in the corner, 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
Tchk! You the outcome!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deeper into repoitoire, the an innovator
Take a sphere and a mic and step later
Under of the Serch, cold
lava in the soul in the hole