Luyện nghe bài hát Soul By The Pound

Gimme a pound, you man
a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, you man
Gimme a pound, you man
a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, you man

I'm as bad, bad as Leroy Brown,
Yo, I'm a pro, pro but not a noun,
If you got beef, beef, then get ground, ground
Cut up in soul, soul, by the pound,
I'm going downtown like Brown, I'm the round mound
Not a rebound, but a hound, I get down, down

Never wore a but I get loose, producin', somethin'
Fresher fruits got more soul than combat boots
two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some blazers
So amazin' like Luther everyday Joe but not
I used to be a but now I troop to shoot a free flow
Me go mi amigo to see the Man named Chico

The legal alienaeno, I the instrumentals
Like Jack I be like Nimble never to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so that soft stuff for the Care Bears
The way I freak funk, ooh, the sayin', "Hell yeah"

Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks cuss on how I walk talk
And dress, they say, "My a mess" but I'm straight
Are you straight? If you straight, I'm straight
Rock me tonight, for old time's sake

to our regularly scheduled program, program, I am so damn flam
I slam a slam, bam, I slam like the Barbarian, if you talk loud
I'll play librarian, see I want it quiet in here, I Mark a Markyiana

A bunch of uncle Thomases play like Christopher Williams
I gotta keep my promises to stick to my roots and not dilute
'Cause G this ain't two colors, I'm tired of these
Non rappin' dancin'

Gimme a pound, you man
a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, you man
Gimme a pound, you man

For a sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go gold
And reach a large scale, for the pale male
And I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a
And stop drinkin' ale, the booty probably
Ain't no worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid

Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you
Got skids on my paper 'cause I got rhymes up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed a mustache
I must ask what's goin' on with rap, white kids black
It's like McDonald's sellin' fatback, get back to Mac

stuff is wack with all these dance tracks
I'm hearin rap from anthrax, my time the Caravan
You're wack, that's the only thing that's black
When we was on the streets, you was at home on your
I'ma a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups

Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample loops
I'm wonderin' how the hell they get a deal I can't see that far
I feel like Hill, I could just kill an A&R or whoever's in charge
It ain't Charles but you ain't G in hip-hop, 'cause it's ours

a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, you man
Gimme a pound, you man
a pound, thank you man

It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flicker
of that I boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta
Is stricter, I stick, I stick the stinkin' to a
If soda was a dog, then I would be like drunk
If if was a I would lift the fifth and a spliff

It's not a myth about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the
In count your blessings, I got a Wesson if you riff
I'm a nigga with soul, my last name be Smith-sonian
I'm girls heads, just like petroleum get 'em ready to bone me
And I play custodian and turn off the lights

This is the likes of a ticketing wallowing high jumping
Rumping brother got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll a liter
A chick is a chick how I treat her never go pop I'm not a two liter
A true leader, choose to follow, choose what I swallow
Whether water or a beer bottle, of course I play the

Wear 'em, no, 'em, a hoe, I like the girls
The girls I share a life with a bro, UAC is family
Much tighter foundations that holds up the walls
So you better proceed with

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a pound, thank you man
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a pound, thank you man
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