Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Up

time, is it?

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

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 brag, Momma said, "Let other people do that"
White man still can't
If I catch a break then I'm slappin' the glass
Ask my man Sequae, "should I my girl"? He said, "Wait up, hold up
She fly, God, and she got a good mind
Oh boy, a layup!
Gotta take it when it
Please miss it
What you bouta do with the
When it's game time for the save me a ticket"

What is it?
Game
time is it?
Game
What is it?
time
Young boy, 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 I don't want no more trap beats
Man, why you had to this?
You know I resist
This is a finger roll, look at the flicka da
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 two languages, Spanglish and infact-os
told me no lollygaggin'
Still dunk with my pants
One sixteen, yeah, it's
Cause I ridin', no bandwagon
Look, I done down
Nate told me H-Town
But I'm Boeheim, when it's game
That's a lay up, but I never lay it
You ain't pray for the dinner
How you got the prayin' hands on the for the picture?
Shots on Twitter they ain't but net
And we won, we the pros, got next

down, NY
City sleep, let me close 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
Screamin' out 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 fine, boy, I tell you
That's two doors with the gone
That's five-four with the
I Mr. Right still choosin' wrong
Colored folks still swim
But Mike couldn't walk the water
Pastor that we need Jesus
Big state was his mater
to Alex, that's my brother
Shoutin' Dyckman Rucker
Look at grace, I I love her

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