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
That's right Marv, nothin' fancy
Marv Albert: No
Mineo: They've got a chance to win it here 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 ain't gotta brag, Momma said, "Let other do that"
man still can't jump
If I catch a fast then I'm slappin' the glass
Ask my man Sequae, "should I my girl"? He said, "Wait up, hold up
She fly, love God, and she got a good
Oh boy, a layup!
Gotta it when it come
don't miss it
What you do with the rock?
When it's game time for the save me a ticket"

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

easy 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 no more trap beats
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 girl up in my
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
Coach me no lollygaggin'
dunk with my pants saggin'
One sixteen, yeah, tatted
Cause I ridin', no bandwagon
Look, I done came
Nate me that's H-Town
But I'm Boeheim, when game time
That's a lay up, but I never lay it
You ain't even pray for the
How you got the hands on the 'gram 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 wings with the fried, oh my
I'm up, teamin' up, lay it up
out buckets, buckets
They don't even know me but that I did it for duckets, my Lord
We brought back to the minors
Lord help me, the money major
She only love things are finer
And she lookin' fine, boy, I you
That's two doors with the gone
That's with the silicone
I guess Mr. Right still wrong
Colored folks still can't
But Mike Phelps couldn't walk the
Pastor said that we need
Big state was his mater
Shouts to Alex, that's my
Shoutin' Dyckman Rucker
at grace, I think I love her

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