Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Up

time, is it?

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

Wavin' my flag
Even it got "Made in China" on the tag
Used to have the GT with the now my face in the mags
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 slappin' the
Ask my man Sequae, "should I marry my girl"? He said, "Wait up, up
She fly, love God, and she got a good
Oh boy, a layup!
take it when it come
Please miss it
What you bouta do the rock?
it's game time for the wedding save me a ticket"

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

easy 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 trap
Man, why you had to this?
You I couldn't resist
is a finger roll, look at the flicka da wrist
That's an assist, no I
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
told me no lollygaggin'
Still dunk with my pants
One sixteen, yeah, tatted
Cause I ridin', no bandwagon
Look, I done down
told me that's H-Town
But I'm Boeheim, when it's game
That's a lay up, but I lay it down
You ain't even pray for the
How you got the prayin' on the 'gram for the picture?
Shots on Twitter they nothing but net
And we won, we the pros, got next

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

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