Luyện nghe bài hát Soul in the Soul

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

Crept into his ego, so he 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 parquet
Whether ballin', or callin' out a who is lookin' for
Static, me grab it every I get
One on one I'll never run and the high off the net

This position isn't switchin', pitchin' out a blind
Hindsight, my mind's right, time run through the
is my name, the game and my goal
3rd settin' soul in the hole

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

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

Scheamin' on suicide to post I slash
First step.. I 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
like a Knickerbocker, the 3rd stops ya
And after dark, I play the part of knocker

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

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

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

Point up the joints up, straight up for an uproar
Then you execute the score, then you fade
This fade has been
Gave the gift swift, you just got

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

You the rock? But you don't got the handle
I drop the French, cause Serch your mantle
Face intense, you're your soul
Just for the of soul in the hole

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

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

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

Deeper into repoitoire, the an innovator
a sphere and a mic and I'll step later
Under lamps of the Serch,
Shootin' lava in the in the hole