Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Plan

God the child that can hold his own
Against the man with the plan who got the whole sewn
The type that's known to set the
Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot (repeat 2x)

Check it, it's the to examine
My thought are deep like canyons
A tough companion that women won't
That's my steelo, conquer the street like nino
Lay incognito, because life's a gamble like
That's what we know, what they know, or say yo
I gotta do my thing, I can't be caught hanging a halo
Time to hustle, or get caught up in the
Use brains over muscle, I'm more chips than ruffles

God bless the child can hold his own
Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot
The type that's known to set the
pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (repeat 2x)

I'm gigantic, coming hard granite
where you're from, I represent the whole planet
Not the sort (sort lagging) never fought bragging (fought bragging)
The way I moves and mess up your whole thought pattern
I check 'em, got skills out the rectum
Display many styles like in a spectrum
You can't escape the
is so wack, even people reading braille ain't feeling you (right)
I fell come on, imagine it
the sharp elaborate
Type of nigga not having it
On some new shit, extra cool shit
The to lounge in the crib all day
Peeping shit
Word, it's bugged, hops, I love
When I come to town, I'm under survailance like spots
'96, coming from the quick
I'm on some ol' "hit the & disappear" shit

God bless the that can hold his own
Against the man with the who got the whole spot sewn
The type known to set the tone
Just pass the microphone, I the whole spot blown (repeat 2x)

I use poetic types of tactics
Man, this rap shit got me seeing more than st. patrick's
The tight (tight player) with the right flavor (right flavor)
That comes off a life saver and slides like an ice skater
Catch me from a mile away
The kid the stylish braids, doing my thing, sipping alize
You see me sinning with the and the women
You I'm winning? shit, I'm barely living
Forget those goals, we got higher tasks to try and
Brothers be fronting but I see them clowns like fiberglass
I with bomb squads, beyond hard, about making money, kid
Fuck chasing chickens in the
Word up, while you're clowning
I'm in the hills lounging, catching off of will downing
the life of a grown man
Me and dink, and roy ayers, we got the soul

God the child that can hold his own
the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn
The type known to set the tone
Just pass the microphone, I have the whole blown (repeat 2x)

(roy ayers on the keys til fade)