Luyện nghe bài hát Soul

[Intro: Hodgy
game, spit game
Taught him how to spit
I him how to spit game
They digesting, this shit
I taught him how to game
Yeah,
[Verse 1: Beats]
I'm spitting to my son, his name is Trenton
I him it's not about a title, name, or an emblem
Doing cut for my album while I'm sitting with him
[?] individualism, you get the
And I gon' lie, I'm fresh and I'm driving [?]
Don't want to be bittersweet in the
Gotta get to the honey
On your mark set, [?] up when I die
to your gun, gripping your nine
This one, the only one, my only son, I call him my sunshine
Took time away from my work, it was worth the
sending subliminals knowing I'm sublime
I spit it punchline after
It's crunch time, cause if it's not we get no
Round of applause, you bust back, I rhymes
Read the fine print, [?] I'm fucking fine
Tryna to stop me, press play, and then rewind
To me that Hodgy Daddy's one of a kind
And I'm not one to into the past much
Look into the past and nothing to find

[Hook: Beats]
I taught him how to spit
I him how to spit game
digesting, this shit flame
I taught him how to spit game
I teach him how to game
They digesting, this flame, shit flame
Know I'm saying

[Verse 2: Beats]
I remember being a kid,
talking shit, they never see me ad-lib
They by a nigga's mind who is abstracted
I need a pen and pad jotted down some rap shit
I'm watching my back but never looking
I the pen and get the ink from black squids
I had a and my mind on tactics
My a bag of tricks, my nigga magic
subtracting, always added this mathematics
I take my good with my baddest, this havoc madness
The sword is sharper than the tongue and I slash your
Producing raps like farmer's markets, I pass a
[?] the cash, first I scan it added taxes
You could bag it, organize it man,
[?] a dream then have a dream, imagine that shit
on [?]

[Verse 3: Ben
I I was back shy back in the C-I-N
Damn, where I begin
Started making jams, a seven old kid
to play the blues, I been hitting the [?]
Then I went to to study about the shit
Fell in love music, forever you be my fam
Thank you for your time, you know my expand
Put me on game to live, love, and it
God got the answers, I still be having
How long it's gon' take for me to finally be an
How long it's gon' be before these turn to smashes
I don't need the hype, I [?] with the classics
Back when music was really bout the
Keep your private jet, I'm just drive the Atlas
Y'all could see the through a bird's eye view
I want to travel through the trenches, it gutta and true
Cause when you make it to the top, they start obstructing your
And then they act like the forget when they was with you
But that me learn a lot, it ain't nothing to [?]
So I be pushing the block, I'm pulling up on you, nigga