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")

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

Less rap skill, N.B.A. 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 stop rhymin and take a birth control pill
I'm not impressed with your court press
got you gassed, ask Phil
can up to the foul line for an AIDS test
Girls with Tyra Banks weaves, and Lisa complexion

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

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

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

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

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