Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Up

time, is it?

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

Wavin' my American
Even it got "Made in China" on the tag
Used to have the GT with the mags now my face in the
I ain't gotta brag, Momma said, "Let people do that"
White man still can't
If I catch a fast break then I'm 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
What you bouta do with the
When it's game time for the save me a ticket"

What is it?
Game
What is it?
time
What is it?
Game
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 buckets (Eazy-E)
a lay up

Told Alex I don't want no more beats
Man, why you had to send
You I couldn't resist
This is a finger roll, at the flicka 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, shawty I'm the professor, get the lab
I speak two languages, and infact-os
Coach me no lollygaggin'
Still dunk with my saggin'
One sixteen, yeah, it's
I been ridin', no bandwagon
Look, I came down
told me that's H-Town
But I'm Boeheim, when it's time
That's a lay up, but I never lay it
You ain't even for the dinner
How you got the prayin' hands on the 'gram for the
Shots on Twitter ain't nothing but net
And we won, we the pros, got next

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

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