Luyện nghe bài hát Soul in the Soul

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

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

But I'm a carnivore, out on the floor
ballin', or callin' out a sucker who is lookin' for
Static, me grab it chance I get
One on one never run and shoot the high off the net

This position switchin', pitchin' out a blind pass
Hindsight, my mind's right, time run the hourglass
is my name, the game and my goal
3rd Bass settin' in the hole

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

liquid, pick up a park pill
Enduce a hand over free form this skill
Spills are spun, a break slice
Sugar brother the pavement

Scheamin' on suicide to play I slash
step.. I shook ya ass
Step to wayside, no weak side
I'm never givin', on the flipside

Grass to a mic like a hand palm
Roll off a finger, gum, I rubbed ya
Sweep a Knickerbocker, the 3rd stops ya
And after dark, I play the part of boot

seven, always out to get some
Slap her on the concrete, bleed til the hand's
A way of life found, a rim stuck to a
An jungle, soul in the hole

Yo man, I got next!
Next? You ain't got man
You go over there in the corner, Michael Raines
And take a couple of of the pipes man
You what I'm sayin'?

is in effect, callin' for a play out
Lay out the plan, but scammin' for a way out
Figure of speech, spoken wise for a drum, on one
Tchk! You the outcome!

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

Execute performance, the 3rd step upon
Me and Pete, complete, sex endurance
Tip on the rim you reverse and
Coachin' but you're slouchin', you be first

You want the But you don't got the handle
I drop the French, cause Serch grilled your
Face intense, sellin' your soul
Just for the of soul in the hole

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

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

runs, springs and I let it fly
Slide a weak side, vein
Try to terminate silk textures, of the
Three covered, as I dip

Deeper into repoitoire, the an innovator
Take a sphere and a mic and I'll later
lamps of the Serch, cold
Shootin' lava in the in the hole