Luyện nghe bài hát I Know You Got Soul

It's been a long time I shouldn't have you
Without a strong to step to
Think of how many shows you slept through
up I'm sorry I kept you
Thinking of this you keep you miss
The rhymes from the soloist
And you sit by the hand on the dial soon
As you it pump up the volume
Dance wit the speaker you hear it blow
Then plug in the headphone here it go
It's a 4 letter word it's heard, it control
Your body to (You got it) soul,
Detects the tempo a red alert
your reflex, so let it work
When this is playing, you get stuck wit
The steps, so get set and I'm a still up wit
A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme go
Def wit the record was mixed a long time ago
It can be done but I can do it
For those that can dance and clap hands to it
I start to think and I sink
Into the paper I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm in between the lines,
I escape when I the rhyme
I got

You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
I you got soul

a mic, the stage is empty
A beat like this might me
To pose, my rings and my fat gold chain
Grab the mic like I'm on Soul
But I'll 'cause I mastered this
Let the others go first so the don't miss
B. break the sticks (you got it)
Rakim will begin you make the mix
experiment like a scientist
You want to rhyme, you sign my list
'Cause I'm a manifest and bless the mic I
You want it next? you gotta have soul
'Cause if you ain't got it, I'm a an encore
Take the mic, make the people for
The are, 'cause that's the way have to be
If you want to get on me
Think about it, wait, your rhyme
Forget it and waste your time
'Cause I'll be in the if you ain't controlling it
Drop the mic, you shouldn't be it
This is how it be done
style is identical to none
Some try to make it sound like but you're getting me
So upset I'm wet 'cause you're sweating me
I drip steam a microphone fiend
to MC is my theme
I get hype when I hear a drum
Rakim is on the mic and you I got soul

You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it

I got soul (you got it) why I came
To those who can't say my name
First of all, I'm the soloist, the soul
Rakim stronger as I get older
Constant causes expansion
I my rhyme while I cool in my mansion
Then put it on tape and in the I test it
on the radio the R's requested
You listen to it, the concept break you
'Cause almost anyone can to
out of hand, I'm give him handles
Light 'em up, blow 'em out candles
Or should I just let him
Then him a hand so they can see how it felt
I'm not bold just 'cause I gold
Rakim is on the mic and you know I got

You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it

Now I'm a to see what you got
Get off the mic I get too hot
I want to see which can dance the best
It should be easy 'cause the beat is
Now if your Uptown, Brooklyn- bound,
The Bronx, Queens, or Long Sound,
Even other states come and exact,
It where you're from, it's where you're at
Since you came here, you have to show and
And do that dance it don't move
'Cause all you need is self-esteem will release,
The rest is up to you, 'll say peace

You got it