Luyện nghe bài hát Soul

[Intro: Hodgy
Spit game, spit
him how to spit game
I him how to spit game
They digesting, this shit
I him how to spit game
Yeah,
1: Hodgy Beats]
I'm spitting game to my son, his name is
I told him it's not about a title, name, or an
Doing cut outs for my while I'm sitting with him
[?] individualism, you get the
And I ain't lie, I'm fresh and I'm driving [?]
Don't want to be in the streets
Gotta get to the honey
On your set, [?] up next when I die
Stick to your gun, gripping nine
only one, the only one, my only 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
crunch time, cause if it's not we get no lunchtime
Round of applause, you bust back, I busta
Read the fine print, [?] I'm doing fine
Tryna to stop me, I'ma press play, and rewind
To remind me that Hodgy Daddy's one of a
And I'm not one to look into the much
Look into the past and there's to find

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

[Verse 2: Beats]
I remember being a kid,
Niggas talking shit, they see me ad-lib
They distracted by a mind who is abstracted
I need a pen and pad jotted down some rap shit
I'm watching my back but looking backwards
I take the pen and get the ink from black
I had a vision and my on tactics
My a bag of tricks, my nigga magic
Never subtracting, added this mathematics
I take my good days with my baddest, this madness
The sword is sharper than the and I slash your dragons
Producing raps farmer's markets, I pass a radish
[?] the cash, I scan it then added taxes
You bag it, organize it man, apparatus
[?] live a dream then 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 year old kid
Learned to the blues, I been hitting the [?]
Then I went to school to study about the
Fell in love music, forever you be my fam
you for your time, you know my mind expand
Put me on game to live, love, and it
God got the answers, I still be questions
How long it's gon' for me to finally be an asset
How long it's gon' be these records turn to smashes
I don't need the hype, I [?] with the classics
Back music was really bout the passion
Keep your jet, I'm just tryna drive the Atlas
Y'all could see the world through a bird's eye
I want to travel the trenches, keep it gutta and true
Cause when you make it to the top, they obstructing your view
And then they act like the forget when they was with you
But made me learn a lot, it ain't nothing to [?]
So I be pushing through the block, I'm pulling up on you,