Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Up

time, is it?

Marv Albert: 1.3 seconds left in regulation and now you're 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 throws it in, he's open
(Don't miss, miss)
Albert: Ooh, he missed it at the horn

Wavin' my flag
Even it got "Made in China" on the tag
Used to have the GT the mags now my face in the mags
I ain't brag, Momma said, "Let other people do that"
man still can't jump
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, love God, and she got a good
Oh boy, a layup!
Gotta take it when it
Please miss it
What you do with the rock?
When it's time for the wedding save me a ticket"

What is it?
time
What is it?
time
What is it?
Game
boy, don't quit
One that 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 trap beats
Man, why you had to send
You I couldn't resist
This is a roll, look at the flicka da wrist
That's an assist, no I
me the alley, I'll oop it
Spanish up in my hood
me in the face 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 with my pants saggin'
One sixteen, yeah, tatted
I been ridin', no bandwagon
Look, I done down
Nate told me that's
But I'm Boeheim, it's game time
a lay up, but I never lay it down
You even pray for the dinner
How you got the hands on the 'gram for the picture?
Shots on they ain't nothing but net
And we won, we the pros, got next

down, NY
City don't sleep, let me one eye
don't weep, grown boys don't cry
Four wings the pork fried, oh my
I'm schemin' up, 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 to the minors
Lord help me, the money major
She only love things are finer
And she fine, boy, I tell you
That's two doors the ceiling gone
five-four with the silicone
I guess Mr. Right choosin' wrong
Colored folks can't swim
But Phelps couldn't walk the water
Pastor said we need Jesus
Big was his alma mater
to Alex, that's my brother
Shoutin' Dyckman Rucker
Look at grace, I I love her

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