Luyện nghe bài hát Sideline Story

[Verse 1: J.
I put my heart and soul in this game, I'm feelin'
Unappreciated,
Tired of comin' up short, abbreviated
my whole name spelled out, my own pain spilled out
No pain, no gain, I brains, Cobain
Throw flames, Liu Kang, the coach ain't out, so I call my own shots
I'm David Blaine, I'm breakin' out of my own box, you the same
But homie if you change, man you for the better
Back when Martin had a thing for Coretta
Wonder if she seen all the he was dreamin'
Did she have a of all the schemes he was schemin'
Still loved her enough to put up with the cheatin'
Months go by and see him for a weekend
I say a prayer, hope my girl leavin'
We all got angels, we all got
As you fall through the
Bad bitches to do all the above
Money fast so bein' hungry don't last
Till you in the mirror you saw who you was
World, it couldn't be more clearer
The time is now, be more herer
My reign last like 3-4 eras
Say hello to the real, I can be your

Hey, put us all on the map
and I ain't lookin' back
I knew they gone feel it like tank on E
I promise baby, you can bet the on me
Cause nobody tell me why their ain't gonna be no more
Thinking I'mma fall? be so sure
I somebody made guidelines
On how to get up off the

2: J. Cole]
Up in 1st class, laugh though it's not funny
See a man wonder how the fuck I got money
he sit at coach, hate to see me walk past em'
Young black sag, headphones blastin'
Know he askin', "how did he manage?"
"With all the cards against him, he them to his advantage!"
we be speakin' probably soundin' like Spanish
Then I fuck they heads up when a nigga manners
Some New York niggas thought it was callin' us Bamma
Laughin' at the grammer cause they didn't us
Must've they slow, but little do they know
I came up in here to take advantage of that shit ya'll for granted
that I would kill for
Lookin' at rappers like "what the fuck you got a for?!"
When I was out with my funds low
It's nice to I had the whole world at my front door

[Verse 3: J.
I made it to the Roc, though they tried to box me out
I got the key to the game, tried to lock me out
But what don't understand is this is all plan
It's a picture and you can't photoshop me out
Some nigga ask me why Jay shout me out
Like I'm supposed to give a
you know that I be out in France
Where the fans throw hands like Pacquiao
Not cause my looks, cause my hooks could knock outt
And my lines is designed from the
Young Simba been a lion the start
Dumb nigga's, ya'll been lyin from the
My like a move, truly
And these is dyin for the part
But, you'll never me like LeBron vs. Jordan
Twenty years, wonder who gone say was more importan'
Both changed the game, came through and made a
Who's to say that who's greater, all we know, they the same