Luyện nghe bài hát N.B.A.

Yeah.. a message to the N.B.A. ("well alright")

The National, Basketball,
We begin ("well alright")

man is a tourin nigga, six-foot-eight floss nigga
who carries champagne in the club with Coogi
Borin nigga, no game

Less rap skill, N.B.A. nigga with a you ill
Don't you know my terrorize
guards on the microphone, my lyrics kill

Why don't you awkward niggaz stop rhymin and take a birth pill
I'm not with your full court press
Jackson got you gassed, ask
can step up to the line for an AIDS test
Girls with Tyra weaves, and Lisa Raye's complexion

My like big trucks
I don't care if you flash your Bucks

Even bodyguards couldn't you ducks
I care less if you a
My cris-cross on girls is sharp, y'all get cut off a razor
Even if you braids like Latrell
I got more numbers in my system than Bell
Pass the basketball around and go
Smoother than Rick Fox on his hair gel
Groupies don't have to know me, just swallow my sperm you blow me

Keith in the club for your celebrity jump shooters
Tall men who can't read books to they kids need tutors
You cats got the to try to stop my tomahawk dunks
by e-mailing, on computers
Leap y'all with color and fashion
Lame assholes in black pinstripe suits, keep steppin and
the youse-a-baby, you broke finished payin for them car notes
I'm the championship nigga youse a ("well that's alright")

P.I.S.S., on the N.B.A. ("well alright")
N.B.A. niggaz!

National Association
N.B.A. bitches! (N.B.A. play)
Basketball Association
(The N.B.A. Association..)

ad libs*

(N.B.A. niggaz, house niggaz, owner niggaz..)