Luyện nghe bài hát N.B.A.

Yeah.. a to the N.B.A. ("well that's 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
Borin nigga, no game

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

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

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

Even couldn't protect 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 have braids like
I got more in my system than Pacific Bell
the basketball around and go tell
Smoother than Rick Fox puttin on his gel
Groupies don't have to know me, swallow my sperm when you blow me

Keith look in the club for your celebrity jump
Tall lean men who can't read books to they kids need
You got the nerve to try to stop my tomahawk dunks
by e-mailing, golddiggers on
Leap over y'all color and fashion
Lame in black pinstripe suits, keep steppin and passin
Beyond the youse-a-baby, you broke payin for them car notes
I'm the championship nigga 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..)