Luyện nghe bài hát N.B.A.

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

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

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

Less rap skill, N.B.A. nigga with a you ill
you know my game terrorize
Six-foot-three on the microphone, my lyrics kill

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

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

Even bodyguards protect you ducks
I care less if you a
My on girls is sharp, y'all get cut off with a razor
Even if you have like Latrell
I got numbers in my system than Pacific Bell
the basketball around and go tell
Smoother Rick Fox puttin on his hair gel
Groupies have to know me, just swallow my sperm when you blow me

Keith look in the club for your jump shooters
lean men who can't read books to they kids need tutors
You cats got the nerve to try to stop my tomahawk
by e-mailing, on computers
Leap over y'all color and fashion
Lame assholes in black pinstripe suits, steppin and passin
Beyond the youse-a-baby, you broke finished payin for them car
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!

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

ad libs*

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