Luyện nghe bài hát Soul in the Soul

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

Crept his ego, so he caught a bad one
my next flip, he thought 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 carnivore, out on the parquet
Whether ballin', or callin' out a sucker who is for
Static, me grab it chance I get
One on one never run and shoot 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 game and my
3rd Bass soul in the hole

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

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

Scheamin' on suicide to play I slash
step.. I shook ya ass
Step to wayside, no weak side
Bassline I'm never givin', on the

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 of boot knocker

Twenty-four seven, out to get some
Slap her on the concrete, til 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 ain't got man
You go over there in the corner, with Michael
And take a of tokes of the pipes man
You know what I'm

Point is in effect, for a play out
Lay out the plan, but your for a way out
Figure of speech, wise for a drum, three on one
Tchk! You the outcome!

up the joints up, straight up for an uproar 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, sex endurance
Tip on the rim you and rehearse
Coachin' but you're slouchin', you be first

You want the But you don't got the handle
I the French, cause 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 stagnate you got next
day evident, parks brothers throw down
One on one, it down to showdown

reverb, soothe he goes a rip slip
By his larceny, or petty
move, lips into motion
Pop shit, get hit, the sewer then becomes an

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

Deeper into repoitoire, the an innovator
Take a and a mic and I'll step later
Under of the Serch, cold
Shootin' in the soul in the hole