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 in the club with Coogi sweaters
nigga, no game havin

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

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

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

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

Keith look in the club for celebrity jump shooters
Tall lean men who can't read to they kids need tutors
You cats got the to try to stop my tomahawk dunks
by e-mailing, golddiggers on
Leap over with 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 Basketball
(The N.B.A. Association..)

ad libs*

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