Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Up

time, is it?

Marv Albert: 1.3 seconds left in regulation and right now you're not jump shot, all you need is a layup
That's 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, wide open
(Don't miss, miss)
Marv Albert: Ooh, he it at the horn

my American flag
Even it got "Made in China" on the tag
Used to have the GT with the mags now my in the mags
I ain't gotta brag, said, "Let other people do that"
White man can't jump
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 mind
Oh boy, a layup!
Gotta take it it come
Please miss it
What you do with the rock?
When it's game for the wedding save me a ticket"

What is it?
Game
What is it?
time
What is it?
time
Young boy, quit
One thing that you don't
a layup

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 want no more trap beats
Man, why you had to this?
You know I resist
This is a finger roll, look at the da wrist
an assist, no I insist
Throw me the alley, oop it
girl 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 speak two languages, and infact-os
told me no lollygaggin'
Still with my pants saggin'
One sixteen, yeah, tatted
Cause I been ridin', no
Look, I done down
Nate told me that's
But I'm Boeheim, when it's game
a lay up, but I never lay it down
You ain't even for the dinner
How you got the prayin' hands on the for the picture?
Shots on they ain't nothing but net
And we already won, we the pros, got

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

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