Luyện nghe bài hát Soul

[Intro: Beats]
Spit game, game
him how to spit game
I him how to spit game
They digesting, shit flame
I him how to spit game
Yeah,
1: Hodgy Beats]
I'm spitting game to my son, his name is
I told him not about a title, name, or an emblem
cut outs for my album while I'm sitting with him
[?] individualism, you get the
And I ain't gon' lie, I'm and I'm driving [?]
Don't want to be in the streets
Gotta get to the hive
On mark set, [?] up next when I die
to your gun, gripping your nine
This only one, the only one, my son, I call him my sunshine
Took time away from my work, it was worth the
Haters sending subliminals knowing I'm
I spit it after punchline
It's crunch time, cause if it's not we get no
Round of applause, you back, I busta rhymes
the fine print, [?] I'm doing fucking fine
Tryna to stop me, I'ma play, and then rewind
To remind me that Hodgy Daddy's one of a
And I'm not one to look the past much
into the past and there's nothing to find

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

[Verse 2: Beats]
I remember being a kid,
talking shit, they never see me ad-lib
They distracted by a nigga's who is abstracted
I a pen and pad then jotted down some rap shit
I'm watching my back but never backwards
I the pen and get the ink from black squids
I had a vision and my mind on
My a bag of tricks, my nigga magic
Never subtracting, always added this
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 it then added taxes
You could bag it, organize it man,
[?] live a dream then have a dream, 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 year old kid
Learned to play the blues, I hitting the [?]
Then I went to to study about the shit
in love with music, forever you be my fam
Thank you for your time, you know my expand
Put me on to live, love, and chance it
God got the answers, I be having questions
How long it's gon' for me to finally be an asset
How long it's gon' be before these records turn to
I don't the hype, I just [?] with the classics
when music was really bout the passion
Keep your private jet, I'm tryna drive the Atlas
Y'all could see the world through a bird's eye
I want to travel through the trenches, keep it and true
Cause when you make it to the top, they obstructing your view
And then they act like the when they was fucking with you
But made me learn a lot, it ain't nothing to [?]
So I be through the block, I'm pulling up on you, nigga