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 mind is stalkin' more digits than a telephone
Me and thirty-nine jumpin' out of white Hummer
Compton, while your crew get Dumb and Dumber

Grew up straight out of low like CB fo'
Now I got dough and you got one night stands 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 Visa
Bomb singles and stackin' your chips Pringles
While my rhymes jack for plaques
Quicker than one Jack Black's

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

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

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

So store your ball like Reeve
It's the hater in you makes you criticize me
'Cause if you handled business then yo ass would see
Nineteen-ninety-seven is still

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

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My jaws flip sixteen bars like Dominique Dawes
But no flaws, never broke a M.C. Law
See, I was wack rappers at the school
When Bruce Lee was scrappin' with Abdul

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

Scrappin' or rappin' 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 launchin' F-15's and Maf Machines

Michropone, sittin' on my chord
Sendin' busta's to the like Thuggish Ruggish Bone
It's the C O O L I O, I, won't fold
I'm controllin' my soul

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