Luyện nghe bài hát Soul in the Soul

Knowledge on the court, observin' is all around
The light goes up, my mic blows up, the is now sound
Hearin' and fearin', the momentum of the step
Shook to the left, because the 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 chance I get
One on one I'll run and shoot the high off the net

This position isn't switchin', pitchin' out a pass
Hindsight, my mind's right, time run the hourglass
Search is my name, the game and my
3rd Bass settin' soul in the

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

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

Scheamin' on suicide to post I slash
step.. I shook ya ass
Step to wayside, no weak side
Bassline I'm never givin', on the

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

seven, always out to get some
Slap her on the concrete, til the hand's numb
A way of life found, a rim stuck to a
An asphalt jungle, soul in the

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

is in effect, callin' 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 the score, then you fade away
This fade has played
the gift swift, you just got self-made

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

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

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

Spins reverb, soothe he a rip slip
By his larceny, or theft
Spectators move, lips 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 silk textures, of the
Three covered, as I dip

Deeper into repoitoire, the Minister an
Take a sphere and a mic and I'll later
Under of the Serch, cold
Shootin' lava in the in the hole