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 club Coogi sweaters
nigga, no game havin

Less rap skill, N.B.A. nigga a studio you ill
you know my game terrorize
Six-foot-three on the microphone, my lyrics kill

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

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

Even bodyguards protect you ducks
I care less if you a
My cris-cross on is sharp, y'all get cut off with a razor
Even if you have braids 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 club for your jump shooters
Tall lean men who read books to they kids need tutors
You got the nerve to try to stop my tomahawk dunks
by e-mailing, golddiggers on
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 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 Basketball
(The N.B.A. Association..)

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