Luyện nghe bài hát Soul in the Soul

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

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

But I'm a carnivore, out on the floor
Whether ballin', or callin' out a 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 switchin', pitchin' out a blind pass
Hindsight, my right, time run through the hourglass
is my name, the game and my goal
3rd Bass settin' in the hole

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

Drip liquid, pick up a park
Enduce a hand over free form with this
Spills are spun, a crossover slice
Sugar the pavement says

on suicide to play post I slash
First step.. I ya ass
Step to wayside, ain't no side
Bassline I'm givin', on the flipside

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

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

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

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
fade has been played
Gave the gift swift, you got self-made

Execute performance, the 3rd upon this
Me and Pete, complete, like sex
Tip on the rim you reverse and
Coachin' but you're slouchin', you be first

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

Pavement bounce off metal human flesh
Slum onside 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 petty
Spectators move, lips into
Pop shit, get hit, the sewer then an ocean

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

Deeper into repoitoire, the Minister an
Take a sphere and a mic and step later
Under lamps of the Serch,
lava in the soul in the hole