Luyện nghe bài hát It's In The Game

You know, I'm 'bout it, it
Huh, you know, huh
It's you don't limit yourself to one thing
mama got to broaden your horizons
Broaden joints

Keep your eyes on the
The struggle goes on
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Everyday and I'm a live it my music
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
You how we do, choose or lose from it

Pull your shoes up, get stuck
Or get frame struck, when my squad blitzing
Hitting Mack trucks, head splitting paper written
In windy like Chicago, no bullshit

You see me spitting at the kitten with the mitten
As we engage in war getting frostbitten
Once again up in these stank drawers baby
One and for one cause, heavy hitting

The penalty illegal necks, we bring ruckus
In of gold lines, can a nigga touch it?
If I can't see you, trust it
A shady like Buzz Buzzard
Lay him out like a rug-ged

Now you can love it, or leave it
We drink and puff bone
Dragging body out the end zone
And any way the wind blow where you flow
why you be the first one caught, last to know

Body out on the floor, substitute
Heavy players the run and shoot, we open door
Third and long, quarterback the cannon on
I go deep he drop bombs, that's when I down

Six points, what now? again who coming
Through in the now, perfect strangerous
Ever I came with this, and wrecked a body
You convinced like Lombardi, Johnny Dangerous

Offensive
Calm in the pocket I got one, in the gun
Deep threats to chose from, that's how it son
You win some you lose some, it's in the

You win some, you lose
(Uh)
how it goes, son
(Yeah)
You win some, you lose
(Uh) in the game
(Yeah)

You win some, you some
That's how it son
You win some, you some
in the game

From the football
(It's in the game, you win some, you lose some, in the game)
To the mountain, you know I'm saying?
(That's how it goes, son, how it goes)
(You win some, you some, it's in the game)

Free styling, profiling, won't me smiling
Straight from Fema Island, buck whiling, I'm
A type of style with the lyrical incision
Shit locked down like my niggaz out in

Good riddance, it hidden, up in my knapsack
Sipping cognac while I off this funky track
Yo, it back or make it hit harder
Infiltrate your mind like Nino at the but smarter

So drop harder if you wanna
Verbs and nouns, it profound as I pound
In your earpiece, I'm the
To say the least, we increase the peace

But keep it real, so I can feel, the
Funky fresh I will build so I kill
And thrill, lyrics spitting, through my
Doing flips, it's another hit

take a sip, of the running waters
Lyrically I slaughter, mentally I
The that you feel to the map
Crushing double barrels, sing 'em out carols

Who it be? It be I, the nigga the chinky eyes
NY, city we committee we gets busy
With beez on the swarm
we storm, mentally a lord

Verbally I
(Boom)
Guard your
It's the man that chill, run for the hills from
Drilling rhymes on tracks and double cuff
Another TV and loved it

You win some, you lose
how it go, son
You win some, you some
That's in the

You win some, you some
how it go, son
You win some, you some
That's in the game, it's in the

You win some, you some
in the game
It's in the game, it's in the
It's in the game, it's in the