Luyện nghe bài hát My Soul

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You can try to salt, but I keep my game face on
And the only thing on your mind is more digits than a telephone
Me and thirty-nine thieves out of white Hummer
From Compton, while your crew get Dumb and

Grew up straight out of low cash CB fo'
Now I got dough and you got one night like gangsta, yo
See on the low it's all
But the threat of this new world order is to drive me crazy

And all you want is the Lex and gold
Bomb singles and your chips like Pringles
While my jack for platinum plaques
Quicker than one time Black's

I sacks and sip yac
Plus, the Man got my back like a spine
So, why you all up in
the money and the fame 'cause all I really wanna hold
Is my flavor and control of my soul

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Ain't no tellin', women are still waitin' and sellin'
Most of my is ex-felons
In two decades, rap went Planet Rock to crack rock
Now, got a glock and it don't stop till another brother drop

That's why I poured out a drink for the homie Pac
What's a line between love and hate?
A million dollars in the and you still can't escape
It's a small world, all, you're claustrophobic, you can't breathe

So store ball like Christopher Reeve
the hater in you that makes you criticize me
'Cause if you handled your business yo ass would see
is still crackin'

And I'ma get the ladies out seat
this was a car jackin'
They say the is to be sold, not told
You can your bankroll, I want control of my soul

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My jaws flip across bars like Dominique Dawes
But without no flaws, broke a M.C. Law
See, I was servin' wack at the school
When Bruce Lee was scrappin' with Kareem

You got into triple beams and guns, you ain't shoot
I seen a million in the same Versace suit
Or the same pair of locs, that's probably why you're
And your backstage and ghetto pass got revoked

or rappin' what you want to happen?
If I ever come up you the first one I'm jackin'
It's thieves in the area aircraft carrier's
We're F-15's and Anti-Wack Maf Machines

Michropone, sittin' on my vocal
Sendin' busta's to the crossroads like Ruggish Bone
It's the C O O L I O, well I, won't
When I'm my soul

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