Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Plan

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

it, it's the player to examine
My thought patterns are deep like
A tough companion that women won't
my steelo, lyrics conquer the street like nino
Lay incognito, life's a gamble like ceelo
That's what we know, forget 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 that can his own
Against the man with the plan who got the whole sewn
The type that's to set the tone
Just pass the microphone, I have the spot blown (repeat 2x)

I'm gigantic, coming hard like
Forget where you're from, I represent the 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 escape the inconcealable
Niggas is so wack, even people reading ain't feeling you (right)
I fell come on, imagine it
the sharp elaborate
Type of nigga not having it
On some new shit, some extra cool
The type to in the crib all day
pay-per-view shit
Word, bugged, hops, I love props
When I come to town, I'm under survailance like drug
'96, coming the rear quick
I'm on some ol' "hit the lotto & disappear"

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

I use poetic psychiatric of tactics
Man, this rap shit got me seeing green than st. patrick's
The tight player (tight player) with the flavor (right flavor)
comes off like a life saver and slides like an ice skater
Catch me shining a mile away
The kid with the braids, doing my thing, sipping alize
You see me with the money and the women
You think I'm shit, I'm barely living
those goals, we got higher tasks to try and pass
Brothers be fronting but I see through clowns like fiberglass
I roll with bomb squads, beyond hard, about money, kid
chasing chickens in the barnyard
Word up, while you're still
I'm in the hills lounging, catching vibes off of downing
Living the life of a man
Me and dink, and roy ayers, we got the soul

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

(roy ayers solos on the til fade)