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, floss nigga
who carries champagne in the club with sweaters
nigga, no game havin

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

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

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

Even bodyguards couldn't you ducks
I less if you a Trailblazer
My cris-cross on girls is sharp, get cut off with a razor
Even if you have braids Latrell
I got more numbers in my than Pacific Bell
the basketball around and go tell
Smoother Rick 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 your celebrity shooters
lean men who can't read books to they kids need tutors
You cats got the nerve to try to stop my tomahawk
by e-mailing, golddiggers on
Leap y'all 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 nigga youse a loser ("well that's alright")

P.I.S.S., on the N.B.A. ("well alright")
N.B.A. niggaz!

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

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