Luyện nghe bài hát It's In The Game

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

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

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

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

The illegal ruff necks, we bring ruckus
In pursuit of gold lines, can a nigga it?
If I can't see you, can't it
A shady character like Buzzard
Lay him out like a plush

Now you can love it, or it alone
We drink death and 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 from the run and shoot, we door
Third and long, quarterback the cannon on
I go deep he drop bombs, that's when I touch

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

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

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

You win some, you some
how it goes son
You win some, you lose
It's in the

From the field
(It's in the game, you win some, you some, it's 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 catch me
Straight from Island, buck whiling, I'm styling
A funky of style with the lyrical incision
Shit locked down my niggaz out in prison

riddance, keep it hidden, up in my knapsack
Sipping cognac I vibe off this funky track
Yo, bring it or make it hit harder
Infiltrate your mind like at the Carter but smarter

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

But it real, so I can feel, the skills
Funky fresh rhymes I will so I kill
And thrill, spitting, through my lips
Doing back flips, it's hit

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

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

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

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

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

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