Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Up

time, is it?

Marv Albert: 1.3 seconds left in regulation and right now you're not thinkin' shot, all you need is a layup
Mineo: right Marv, nothin' fancy
Albert: No cosmetics
Mineo: got a chance to win it here tonight at Dyckman courts. He throws it in, he's wide open
(Don't miss, miss)
Marv Albert: Ooh, he missed it at the

my American flag
Even it got "Made in China" on the tag
to have the GT with the mags now my face in the mags
I gotta brag, Momma said, "Let other people do that"
White man still jump
If I a fast break then I'm slappin' the glass
Ask my man Sequae, "should I marry my girl"? He said, "Wait up, up
She fly, God, and she got a good mind
Oh boy, a layup!
take it when it come
Please don't it
you bouta do with the rock?
When it's game for the wedding save me a ticket"

time is it?
Game
What is it?
time
What is it?
time
Young boy, quit
One thing you don't miss
That's a

That's boy
a lay up
That's a boy (fundamentals)
a lay up
Don't it
a lay up
That's easy (Eazy-E)
a lay up

Told Alex I don't want no more beats
Man, why you had to this?
You I couldn't resist
This is a finger roll, look at the da wrist
an assist, no I insist
Throw me the alley, oop it
Spanish up in my hood
Look me in the said, "Don't be estupid", I got it
Look, I'm the professor, get the lab coat
I two languages, Spanglish and infact-os
Coach me no lollygaggin'
Still with my pants saggin'
One sixteen, yeah, tatted
Cause I ridin', no bandwagon
Look, I came down
Nate told me H-Town
But I'm Boeheim, when it's time
a lay up, but I never lay it down
You ain't even pray for the
How you got the prayin' hands on the for the picture?
Shots on they ain't nothing but net
And we won, we the pros, got next

down, NY
City sleep, let me close one eye
City don't weep, grown don't cry
Four with the pork fried, oh my
I'm up, teamin' up, lay it up
out buckets, buckets
They don't know me but swear that I did it for duckets, my Lord
We brought Sosa to the minors
Lord help me, the look major
She only love things are finer
And she lookin' fine, boy, I you
That's two doors with the gone
That's five-four the silicone
I guess Mr. still choosin' wrong
Colored still can't swim
But Mike couldn't walk the water
Pastor said we need Jesus
Big state was his alma
Shouts to Alex, my brother
Shoutin' Dyckman Rucker
Look at grace, I I love her

Albert: Aw, you shoulda taken the stairs young fella
Andy: You can't win 'em all
Marv Albert: I can't he blew it
Andy:
Marv Albert: That's a ball game in New York