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 nigga
who champagne in the club with Coogi sweaters
Borin nigga, no game

Less rap skill, N.B.A. nigga a studio you ill
Don't you my game terrorize
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 impressed your full court press
Jackson got you gassed, ask
can step up to the foul line for an test
Girls Tyra Banks weaves, and Lisa Raye's complexion

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

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

Keith look in the for your celebrity jump shooters
Tall lean men who can't read books to they kids need
You cats got the nerve to try to stop my tomahawk
by e-mailing, on computers
over y'all with color and fashion
Lame assholes in black pinstripe suits, keep and passin
Beyond the youse-a-baby, you 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!

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

ad libs*

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