Luyện nghe bài hát Soul

[Intro: Hodgy
Spit game, game
him how to spit game
I him how to spit game
They digesting, this shit
I him how to spit game
Yeah,
[Verse 1: Beats]
I'm spitting game to my son, his name is
I told him it's not a title, name, or an emblem
Doing cut outs for my album while I'm sitting him
[?] individualism, you get the
And I gon' lie, I'm fresh and I'm driving [?]
Don't to be bittersweet in the streets
Gotta get to the honey
On your mark set, [?] up next I die
to your gun, gripping your nine
This only one, the only one, my son, I call him my sunshine
Took time away my work, it was worth the time
Haters sending knowing I'm sublime
I spit it after punchline
It's crunch time, if it's not we get no lunchtime
Round of applause, you back, I busta rhymes
the fine print, [?] I'm doing fucking fine
Tryna to me, I'ma press play, and then rewind
To me that Hodgy Daddy's one of a kind
And I'm not one to look the past much
Look into the past and there's to find

Hodgy Beats]
I taught him how to spit
I teach him how to spit
digesting, this shit flame
I taught him how to game nigga
I teach him how to game
They digesting, this flame, shit flame
what I'm saying

[Verse 2: Beats]
I being a kid, pediatric
Niggas talking shit, they never see me
distracted by a nigga's mind who is abstracted
I need a pen and pad jotted down some rap shit
I'm watching my but never looking backwards
I take the pen and get the ink from black
I had a and my mind on tactics
My mind's a bag of tricks, my magic
Never subtracting, always 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 markets, I pass a radish
[?] the cash, first I scan it added taxes
You could bag it, it man, apparatus
[?] live a dream then a dream, imagine that shit
on [?]

[Verse 3: Ben
I remember I was back shy back in the
Damn, should I begin
Started making jams, a year 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
you for your time, you know my mind expand
Put me on to live, love, and chance it
God got the answers, I still be questions
How long it's gon' take for me to be an asset
How long it's gon' be before these turn to smashes
I need the hype, I just [?] with the classics
Back music was really bout the passion
Keep your private jet, I'm just tryna drive the
Y'all could see the through a bird's eye view
I want to travel through the trenches, keep it gutta and
Cause when you it to the top, they start obstructing your view
And then they act like the forget when they was fucking you
But that made me a lot, it ain't nothing to [?]
So I be pushing the block, I'm pulling up on you, nigga