Luyện nghe bài hát Soul in the Hole

Knowledge on the court, observin' what is all
The light goes up, my mic up, the silence is now sound
and fearin' the momentum of the stutter step
Shook to the left the brother slept

into his ego, so he caught a bad one
Switched my next flip, he he had some grip
But my is when my fingers curl around the mic
I know it's like, a dog eat dog world

But I'm a carnivore out on the floor
Whether ballin' or callin' out a sucker who is for
Static, me grab it chance I get
One on one I'll run and shoot the high off the net

This position isn't switchin', pitchin' out a blind
Hindsight, my mind's right, run through the hourglass
Serch is my name, the game and my
3rd Bass settin' soul in the

Yo man, why don't you me the pole man?
Why are you me out?
Yo man, 'cause you can't play, you got no handle
Got your socks up to your knees like Raines

Drip liquid, up a park pill
Induce a over free form with this skill
Spills are spun, a crossover slice
Sugar the pavement says

Schemin' on suicide to play post I
First step, I ya ass
Step to wayside, ain't no weak
Baseline I'm givin', on the flip side

to a mic like a hand palm rubber
Roll off a finger, you're gum, I ya
like a Knickerbocker, the 3rd stops ya
And after dark, I play the of boot knocker

seven, always out to get some
Slap her on the concrete, bleed till the numb
A way of life found, a rim stuck to a
An asphalt jungle, in the hole

Yo man, I got next! Next, you got next man
Yo go over there in the with Michael Raines
And a couple of tokes of the pipes man
You what I'm sayin'?

Point is in effect, callin' for a out
Lay out the but your scammin' for a way out
Figure of speech, spoken for a drum, three on one
You the outcome

Point up the up, straight up for an uproar soarin'
Then you execute the score, then you away
fade has been played
Gave the gift swift, you got self-made

Execute performance, the 3rd upon this
Me and Pete, complete, like sex
Tip on the rim you and rehearse
Coachin' but you're slouchin', you be first

You want the rock? But you don't got the
I drop the French, 'cause Serch your mantle
Face intense, sellin' your soul
for the action of soul in the hole

Pavement bounce off metal meets flesh
Slum stagnate you got next
Each day evident, parks throw down
One on one, it boils down to

Spins reverb, soothe he goes a rip
By his larceny or theft
Spectators move, into motion
Pop shit, get hit, the sewer becomes an ocean

Water runs, and I let it fly
a weak side, into vein
Try to terminate silk textures of the
bases covered, as I dip

Deeper repertoire, the Minister an innovator
Take a sphere and a mic and step later
Under of the Serch, cold
Shootin' lava in the soul in the