Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Plan

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

Check it, it's the player to
My thought patterns are deep like
A tough companion women won't adandon
my steelo, lyrics conquer the street like nino
Lay incognito, because life's a like ceelo
what we know, forget what they know, or say yo
I gotta do my thing, I be caught hanging like a halo
Time to hustle, or get up in the shuffle
Use brains over muscle, I'm seeing more chips ruffles

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

I'm gigantic, coming like granite
Forget where from, I represent the whole planet
Not the sort lagging (sort lagging) never bragging (fought bragging)
The way I make moves and up your whole thought pattern
I check 'em, got skills out the rectum
Display many like colors in a spectrum
You can't the inconcealable
is so wack, even people reading braille ain't feeling you (right)
I off? come on, imagine it
the sharp elaborate
Type of that's not having it
On some new shit, extra cool shit
The type to lounge in the all day
Peeping pay-per-view
Word, it's bugged, hops, I props
When I to town, I'm under survailance like drug spots
'96, coming from the rear
I'm on some ol' "hit the & disappear" shit

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

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

God bless the that can hold 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 spot blown (repeat 2x)

(roy solos on the keys til fade)