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 stutter
Shook to the left, because the slept

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

But I'm a carnivore, out on the 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 position switchin', pitchin' out a blind pass
Hindsight, my right, time run through the hourglass
Search is my name, the game and my
3rd Bass settin' soul in the

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

Drip liquid, pick up a park
Enduce a hand over free form this skill
Spills are spun, a crossover slice
Sugar the pavement says

Scheamin' on suicide to post I slash
First step.. I ya ass
to wayside, ain't no weak side
Bassline I'm givin', on the flipside

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

seven, always 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 jungle, soul in the hole

Yo man, I got next!
You ain't got next man
You go over there in the corner, with Raines
And a couple of tokes of the pipes man
You know what I'm

Point is in effect, callin' for a 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, then you fade
This fade has been
the gift swift, you just got self-made

Execute performance, the 3rd step this
Me and Pete, complete, like sex
Tip on the rim you and rehearse
Coachin' but you're slouchin', you be first

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

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

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

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

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