Luyện nghe bài hát Soul

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

[Hook: Hodgy
I him how to spit game
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 shit flame, flame
Know what I'm

2: Hodgy Beats]
I remember being a kid,
Niggas talking shit, they never see me
They distracted by a nigga's mind who is
I need a pen and pad jotted down some rap shit
I'm watching my back but looking backwards
I the pen and get the ink from black squids
I had a vision and my on tactics
My mind's a bag of tricks, my magic
Never subtracting, always added this
I my good days with my baddest, this havoc madness
The sword is sharper than the tongue and I your dragons
Producing raps like farmer's markets, I a radish
[?] the cash, I scan it then added taxes
You could bag it, it man, apparatus
[?] live a dream then have a dream, that shit
on [?]

[Verse 3: Ben
I remember I was back shy in the C-I-N
Damn, where I begin
Started making jams, a seven old kid
Learned to play the blues, I hitting the [?]
Then I went to to study about the shit
Fell in with music, forever you be my fam
Thank you for your time, you know my mind
Put me on game to live, love, and it
God got the answers, I be having questions
How long it's gon' take for me to finally be an
How long it's gon' be before records turn to smashes
I don't need the hype, I just [?] the classics
Back music was really bout the passion
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, keep it and true
Cause when you make it to the top, they obstructing your view
And then they act like the forget they was fucking with you
But that made me learn a lot, it ain't to [?]
So I be pushing through the block, I'm pulling up on you,