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 yourself to one thing
Your mama got to your horizons
your joints

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

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

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

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

Now you can it, or leave it alone
We drink and puff bone
Dragging your out the end zone
And any way the blow that's where you flow
That's why you be the first one caught, to know

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

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

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

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

You win some, you lose
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 what 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
from Fema Island, buck whiling, I'm styling
A funky type of with the lyrical incision
Shit locked down my niggaz out in prison

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

So drop harder if you conjugate
and nouns, make it profound as I pound
In earpiece, I'm the beast
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, spitting, through my lips
Doing flips, it's another hit

Come take a sip, of the waters
Lyrically I slaughter, mentally I
The rhymes that you to the map
double barrels, sing 'em out like carols

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

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

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

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

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