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
to the left, because the brother slept

Crept his ego, so he caught a bad one
Switched my next flip, he thought he had grip
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 parquet
ballin', or callin' out a sucker who is lookin' for
Static, me grab it every I get
One on one I'll run and shoot the high off the net

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

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

Drip liquid, pick up a park
Enduce a hand over form with this skill
Spills are spun, a crossover break
Sugar brother the says

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

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

Twenty-four seven, always out to get
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 got next man
You go over in the corner, with Michael Raines
And take a of tokes of the pipes 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!

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

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

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

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

Spins reverb, soothe he a rip slip
By his larceny, or petty
Spectators move, lips motion
Pop shit, get hit, the then becomes an ocean

runs, springs 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 an innovator
Take a sphere and a mic and I'll later
Under lamps of the Serch,
lava in the soul in the hole