Luyện nghe bài hát Lay Up

time, is it?

Marv Albert: 1.3 left in regulation and right now you're not thinkin' jump shot, all you need is a layup
Mineo: That's right Marv, fancy
Albert: 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)
Albert: Ooh, he missed it at the horn

Wavin' my flag
though it got "Made in China" on the tag
Used to have the GT with the mags now my face in the
I ain't gotta brag, said, "Let other people do that"
White man still can't
If I catch a fast break 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 do with the rock?
When it's game for the wedding save me a ticket"

What is it?
Game
What is it?
Game
What is it?
Game
Young boy, don't
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 don't no more trap beats
Man, why you had to this?
You know I resist
This is a finger roll, at the flicka da wrist
That's an assist, no I
Throw me the alley, oop it
Spanish up in my hood
me in the face 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 dunk my pants saggin'
One sixteen, yeah, it's
Cause I ridin', no bandwagon
Look, I came down
Nate told me H-Town
But I'm Boeheim, when it's time
That's a lay up, but I lay it down
You ain't pray for the dinner
How you got the prayin' on the 'gram for the picture?
Shots on Twitter ain't nothing but net
And we already won, we the pros, got

down, NY
City don't sleep, let me one eye
City weep, grown boys don't cry
Four wings with the fried, oh my
I'm schemin' up, up, lay it up
Screamin' out buckets,
They don't even know me but swear that I did it for duckets, my
We brought Sosa to the minors
help me, the money look 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 the silicone
I guess Mr. Right choosin' wrong
Colored still can't swim
But Phelps couldn't walk the water
Pastor that we need Jesus
Big was his alma mater
Shouts to Alex, my brother
Shoutin' Dyckman over
Look at grace, I think I her

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