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")

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

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

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

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

Even bodyguards couldn't protect you
I care 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 numbers in my system than Pacific Bell
Pass the basketball around and go
Smoother than Fox puttin on his hair gel
Groupies have 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 got the nerve to try to stop my tomahawk dunks
by e-mailing, golddiggers on
Leap y'all with color and fashion
Lame assholes in black suits, keep steppin and passin
Beyond the youse-a-baby, you broke finished payin for 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, niggaz, slave owner niggaz..)