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 champagne in the club with Coogi sweaters
Borin nigga, no havin

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

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

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

Even bodyguards couldn't protect you
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 more numbers in my system than Bell
the basketball around and go tell
Smoother than Rick Fox 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 celebrity shooters
Tall lean men who can't read books to they kids need
You cats got the nerve to try to stop my dunks
by e-mailing, golddiggers on
Leap over 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 youse a loser ("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 Association
(The N.B.A. Association..)

ad libs*

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