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 to one thing
Your mama got to your horizons
Broaden joints

Keep eyes on the prize
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 know how we do, choose or lose it

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

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

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

Now you can love it, or it alone
We death and puff bone
Dragging your body out the end
And any way the wind blow that's you flow
why you be the first one caught, last to know

Body laying out on the floor,
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? again who coming
Through in the clutch now, perfect
Ever since I with this, and wrecked a body
You convinced like Lombardi, Johnny Dangerous

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

From the field
(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 lose some, in the game)

Free styling, profiling, won't 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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