Luyện nghe bài hát N.B.A.

Yeah.. a to the N.B.A. ("well that's alright")

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

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

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

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

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

bodyguards couldn't protect you ducks
I less 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 numbers in my than Pacific Bell
the basketball around and go tell
Smoother than Rick Fox puttin on his gel
Groupies don't have to know me, just swallow my sperm you blow me

Keith look in the club for your jump shooters
Tall lean men who can't read books to they kids tutors
You cats got the nerve to try to my tomahawk dunks
by e-mailing, on computers
over y'all with color and fashion
Lame in black pinstripe suits, keep steppin and passin
the youse-a-baby, you broke finished payin for them car notes
I'm the championship nigga youse a loser ("well 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)
National Association
(The N.B.A. Association..)

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