Luyện nghe bài hát N.B.A.

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

The National, Basketball,
We ("well that's alright")

Your man is a nigga, six-foot-eight floss nigga
who carries champagne in the with Coogi sweaters
nigga, no game havin

Less rap skill, N.B.A. with a studio you ill
Don't you my game terrorize
Six-foot-three on the microphone, my lyrics kill

Why don't you niggaz stop rhymin and take a birth control pill
I'm not impressed with your full court
got you gassed, ask Phil
can step up to the foul for an AIDS test
Girls with Tyra Banks weaves, and Lisa complexion

My jewelry like big
I don't care if you flash Milwaukee Bucks

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

Keith look in the club for your jump shooters
Tall lean men who can't read books to they kids tutors
You got the nerve to try to stop my tomahawk dunks
by e-mailing, golddiggers on
Leap over with color and fashion
Lame assholes in pinstripe suits, keep steppin and passin
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 Basketball
N.B.A. bitches! (N.B.A. play)
National Basketball
(The N.B.A. Association..)

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