Luyện nghe bài hát I Know You Got to Soul

It's been a long time I shouldn't have you
Without a rhyme to step to
Think of how many weak shows you slept
Time's up I'm I kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you
The rhymes from the microphone
And you sit by the radio on the dial soon
As you hear it pump up the
wit the speaker 'til you hear it blow
Then plug in the headphone here it go
It's a 4 letter when it's heard, it control
Your to dance (You got it) soul,
the tempo like a red alert
Reaches reflex, so let it work
When this is playing, you can't get wit
The steps, so get set and I'm a come up wit
A to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go
Def wit the record that was mixed a long ago
It can be but only I can do it
For those that can dance and your hands to it
I start to think and I sink
Into the like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in the lines,
I escape when I the rhyme
I got

You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
I know you got

Picture a mic, the stage is
A like this might tempt me
To pose, show my and my fat gold chain
Grab the mic I'm on Soul Train
But I'll wait 'cause I mastered
Let the go first so the brothers don't miss
B. break the sticks (you got it)
Rakim will when you make the mix
I'll experiment a scientist
You want to rhyme, you gotta my list
'Cause I'm a manifest and bless the mic I
You want it next? then you gotta soul
'Cause if you got it, I'm a make an encore
Take the mic, make the people for
The are, 'cause the way it'll have to be
If you to get on after me
Think about it, wait, your rhyme
Forget it and don't waste your
'Cause be in the crowd if you ain't controlling it
Drop the mic, you be holding it
This is how it should be
This style is identical to
Some try to make it like this but you're getting me
So upset that I'm wet you're sweating me
I drip like a microphone fiend
to MC is my theme
I get hype when I hear a roll
is on the mic and you know I got soul

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

I got soul (you got it) that's why I
To teach those who say my name
of all, I'm the soloist, the soul controller
Rakim gets as I get older
Constant causes expansion
I write my while I cool in my mansion
put it on tape and in the city I test it
Then on the radio the R's
You listen to it, the concept break you
'Cause almost anyone can to
Whoever's out of hand, I'm give him
Light 'em up, blow 'em out like
Or should I let him melt?
give him a hand so they can see how it felt
I'm not bold just I rock gold
is on the mic and you know I got soul

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

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

You got it