Luyện nghe bài hát Soul By The Pound

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

I'm as bad, bad as Brown, 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 like a hound, I get down,

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

The legal alienaeno, I the instrumentals
Jack I be like Nimble never gentle 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 wanna cuss on how I walk talk
And dress, say, "My life's a mess" but I'm straight
Are you straight? If you straight, then I'm
me tonight, just for old time's sake

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

A bunch of funky uncle Thomases play like Williams
'Cause I gotta keep my promises to stick to my and not dilute
'Cause G this two colors, I'm tired of seein' these
Non rappin' motherfuckers

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

For a record sale a nigga'll sell his to go gold
And a large scale, sellin' 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 pussy worth a at least not for the kid to do a bid

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

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

Rhymes are as hell! And they sample wack loops
I'm wonderin' how the hell get a deal I still can't see that far
I feel like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R or whoever's in
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
a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, you man

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

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

This is the of a ticketing wallowing high jumping radio
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 leader, don't choose to follow, choose what I swallow
Whether water or a beer bottle, of course I the lotto

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

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