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
and fearin', the momentum of the stutter step
Shook to the left, the brother slept

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

But I'm a carnivore, out on the floor
Whether ballin', or out a sucker who is lookin' for
Static, me grab it every I get
One on one I'll never run and shoot the off the net

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

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

Drip liquid, pick up a pill
Enduce a hand free form with this skill
Spills are spun, a break slice
Sugar brother the says

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

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

Twenty-four seven, out to get some
her on the concrete, bleed 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, Michael Raines
And take a couple of tokes of the man
You what I'm sayin'?

Point is in effect, 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!

up the joints up, straight up for an uproar soarin'
Then you the score, then you fade away
This fade has been
Gave the gift swift, you got self-made

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

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

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

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

Water runs, and I let it fly
a weak side, into vein
Try to terminate silk textures, of the
bases 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