Luyện nghe bài hát Soul in the Soul

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

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

But I'm a carnivore, out on the parquet
ballin', or callin' out a sucker who is lookin' 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, time run through the
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 play, you ain't got no handle
Got your up to your knees like Michael Raines

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

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

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

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

Yo man, I got next!
You ain't 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'?

is in effect, callin' 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!

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

You want the But you don't got the handle
I the French, cause Serch grilled your mantle
intense, you're sellin' your soul
Just for the action of soul in the

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

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

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

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