Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Plan

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

Check it, the player to examine
My patterns are deep like canyons
A tough companion women won't adandon
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 hanging like a halo
to hustle, or get caught up in the shuffle
Use brains over muscle, I'm seeing chips than ruffles

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

I'm gigantic, coming hard like
Forget where you're from, I the whole planet
Not the sort lagging (sort lagging) never fought (fought bragging)
The way I moves and mess up your whole thought pattern
Opponents I check 'em, got out the rectum
Display many like colors in a spectrum
You escape the inconcealable
Niggas is so wack, people reading braille ain't feeling you (right)
I off? come on, imagine it
It's the elaborate
Type of nigga not having it
On some new shit, extra cool shit
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 spots
'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 spot sewn
The type known to set the tone
Just pass the microphone, I have the spot blown (repeat 2x)

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

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

(roy solos on the keys til fade)