Luyện nghe bài hát Blamegame

Yo yo yo...
I wish I had something to say
could wipe that smile right off of your face
Here take my hand pretend you my man
Blame it all on the game, blame it all on the

?? is a thing we love
So here's another one to get of...do it Ja!(?)

So put your up if you remember the Juice Crew
They don't em' like they used to
supposed to be the new school?
Your guns are aimless, are nameless
How long you famous?
I claim this region 200 radius
Twin Cities' flavors RhymeSayers got the
And you can hate me, it's of the territory
As long as you know impossible to ignore me
>From fingers to hugs, tofu to the drugs
The fights fist(?), might as just take pictures of Slug
And live out your own life to the
Why you starin' at my feet when you're standin' in bullshit?
You could never learn how to a bike without balance
So what's the point of trying to grab the mic without
Go get your looked at, you fuckin' fake hood rat
Wanna be the basement's greatest? Too late, took that!
knows best, but Father knows stress
But Father love, a back rub, and some rest
Damn he could use a home cooked meal
Been both ends since he broke the seal
Up, up and away, him take off
Give himself a hell and quit the day job
And ignite the sunlight, tryin' to write life
About face(?), break the fear, and here till the plight(?)

And I wish I had something to say
That could that smile right off of your face
take my hand pretend you know my name
And blame it all on the game, it all on the game

Cat's be walkin' into the spot like own it
Wearin' a face that they should for they opponents
the shoelaces tied, you're(?yet?) too wasted to drive
Either way I've arrived to this place with my vibe
Yeah right, my ain't even cool
I sit in the corner and drink until I slur and
The t-shirt shoot pool, not people
time, not life, grab the mic and let the beat go
(Beat go beat go go)
But that's for me,
It's hard to a magic card when you wear a short sleeve
Force feed what I've got when not hungry
Tryin' to everything that they ripped off from me
the tummy, and choke the dummy theory
Beat the point dead until these folks me clearly
Keep it all simple, a intricate(?)
the robots with little hands and finger tips
Reprogram, a world full of jams
Grab the prize and clutch it tight with hands
Why go ??
Anyone calls this fall off(?) can suck my balls off
I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm here, right here
Same spot I stood when you first woke up
The same guy that grabbed the mic and made your girl wanna
The MC still runnin' on an empty tank of luck

And I wish I had something to say
That wipe that smile right off of your face
take my hand, pretend you know my name
And blame it all on the game, blame it all on the
And I that I had something to say
That could wipe that smile right off of face
here take my hand, pretend you know..know..know
Blame it all on the (Blame it all on the game) [x10]

Because of the beats rhymes, when in fact it did (?whole line?)