Luyện nghe bài hát Soul in the Soul

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

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

But I'm a carnivore, out on the floor
ballin', or callin' out a sucker who is lookin' for
Static, me grab it every 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
is my name, the game 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, 'cause you can't play, you got no handle
Got your socks up to your knees like Raines

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

Scheamin' on suicide to play I slash
step.. I shook ya ass
Step to wayside, ain't no side
Bassline I'm givin', on the flipside

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

Twenty-four seven, always out to get
Slap her on the concrete, bleed til the numb
A way of found, a rim stuck to a pole
An asphalt jungle, in the hole

Yo man, I got next!
Next? You got next man
You go over there in the corner, Michael Raines
And take a couple of of the pipes man
You what I'm sayin'?

Point is in effect, for a play out
Lay out the plan, but your 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 away
This fade has been
Gave the swift, you just got self-made

Execute performance, the 3rd step upon
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, cause Serch grilled mantle
Face intense, you're sellin' soul
Just for the of soul in the hole

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

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

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

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