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 Coogi sweaters
Borin nigga, no game

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

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

My jewelry big trucks
I care if you flash your Milwaukee Bucks

Even couldn't protect you ducks
I less if you a Trailblazer
My on girls is sharp, y'all get cut off with a razor
Even if you have braids Latrell
I got more numbers in my system than Bell
Pass the around and go tell
than 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 for your celebrity jump shooters
Tall lean men who read books to they kids need tutors
You cats got the nerve to try to stop my dunks
by e-mailing, on computers
Leap over y'all with color and
Lame assholes in black pinstripe suits, steppin and passin
Beyond the youse-a-baby, you broke finished payin for 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)
National Basketball
(The N.B.A. Association..)

ad libs*

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