Luyện nghe bài hát It's In The Game

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

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

Pull shoes up, don't get stuck
Or get your frame struck, when my blitzing
Hitting Mack trucks, head splitting paper written
In cities like Chicago, no bullshit

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

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

Now you can love it, or leave it
We drink death and bone
your body out the end zone
And any way the wind blow that's where you
That's why you be the one caught, last to know

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

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

shotgun
Calm in the I got one, in the milli gun
threats to chose from, that's how it goes son
You win some you some, it's in the game

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

You win some, you lose
how it goes son
You win some, you lose
in the game

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

Free styling, profiling, catch me smiling
Straight from Island, buck whiling, I'm styling
A funky type of style the lyrical incision
Shit down like my niggaz out in prison

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 conjugate
Verbs and nouns, it profound as I pound
In your earpiece, I'm the
To say the least, we must increase the

But keep it real, so I can feel, the
Funky rhymes I will build so I kill
And thrill, spitting, through my lips
Doing back flips, another hit

Come a sip, of the running waters
Lyrically I slaughter, I author
The rhymes you feel to the map
Crushing double barrels, sing 'em out carols

Who it be? It be I, the nigga with the chinky
From NY, city we committee we gets
killa beez on the swarm
Lyrically we storm, a lord

I bomb
(Boom)
Guard grill
It's the man chill, run for the hills from Grassvile
Drilling rhymes on tracks and double cuff
Another TV and they it

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

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

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