Luyện nghe bài hát Soul in the Soul

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

Crept his ego, so he caught a bad one
Switched my next flip, he he had some grip
But my grip, is when my curl around the mic
I know what 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 the high off the net

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

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

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

Scheamin' on suicide to play I slash
step.. I shook ya ass
Step to wayside, ain't no weak
I'm never givin', on the flipside

Grass to a mic like a hand palm
off a finger, you're gum, I rubbed ya
Sweep a Knickerbocker, the 3rd stops ya
And after dark, I the part of boot 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!
Next? You got next man
You go there in the corner, with 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, straight up for an soarin'
you execute the score, then you fade away
This fade has been
Gave the swift, you just got self-made

Execute performance, the 3rd upon this
Me and Pete, complete, like sex
Tip on the rim you and rehearse
Coachin' but slouchin', you can't be first

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

Pavement bounce off metal meets human
Slum stagnate you got next
Each day evident, parks brothers throw
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 sewer then becomes an

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