Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Up

time, is it?

Marv Albert: 1.3 seconds left in and right now you're not thinkin' jump shot, all you need is a layup
Mineo: That's right Marv, nothin'
Marv Albert: No
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

Wavin' my flag
Even it got "Made in China" on the tag
Used to the GT with the mags now my face in the mags
I gotta brag, Momma said, "Let other people do that"
White man still jump
If I catch a fast then I'm slappin' the glass
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!
take it when it come
Please miss it
What you bouta do the rock?
When it's game for the wedding save me a ticket"

time is it?
Game
What is it?
Game
time is it?
Game
Young boy, quit
One thing that you miss
a layup

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 no more trap beats
Man, why you had to this?
You know I couldn't
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, it's
I been ridin', no bandwagon
Look, I came down
Nate told me H-Town
But I'm Boeheim, when game time
That's a lay up, but I lay it down
You even pray for the dinner
How you got the prayin' hands on the 'gram for the
Shots on Twitter 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 with the fried, oh my
I'm up, teamin' up, lay it up
out buckets, buckets
They don't know me but swear that I did it for duckets, my Lord
We brought Sosa to the minors
Lord help me, the money look
She only love things that are
And she fine, boy, I tell you
two doors with the ceiling gone
That's five-four with the
I guess Mr. still choosin' wrong
Colored folks still can't
But Phelps couldn't walk the water
Pastor that we need Jesus
Big state was his mater
Shouts to Alex, my brother
Dyckman over Rucker
Look at grace, I think I her

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