Luyện nghe bài hát Blamegame

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

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

So put your hand up if you remember the Crew
They don't make em' they used to
This to be the new school?
Your guns are aimless, are nameless
How you been famous?
I claim this region 200 hundred-mile
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(?), as well just take pictures of Slug
And live out your own to the fullest
Why you starin' at my feet when standin' in this bullshit?
You could never how to ride a bike without balance
So what's the of trying to grab the mic without talent
Go get your looked at, you fuckin' fake hood rat
Wanna be the basement's Too late, already took that!
Father knows best, but knows stress
But Father love, a back rub, and some rest
Damn he could use a good home meal
Been both ends since he broke the seal
Up, up and away, watch him off
Give himself a little and quit the day job
And ignite the sunlight, to write about life
About face(?), break the fear, and you're here the plight(?)

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

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

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

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