Luyện nghe bài hát Soul

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

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

2: Hodgy Beats]
I remember a kid, pediatric
Niggas shit, they never see me ad-lib
They distracted by a nigga's mind who is
I need a pen and pad then jotted down rap shit
I'm watching my back but never backwards
I take the pen and get the ink from squids
I had a and my mind on tactics
My mind's a bag of tricks, my nigga
Never subtracting, always added mathematics
I take my good days with my baddest, havoc madness
The sword is sharper than the and I slash your dragons
Producing raps like markets, I pass a radish
[?] the cash, first I scan it then added
You bag it, organize it man, apparatus
[?] live a then have a dream, imagine that shit
on [?]

[Verse 3: Ben
I remember I was back shy in the C-I-N
Damn, where should I
making jams, a seven year old kid
Learned to play the blues, I been the [?]
Then I went to school to study about the
Fell in love with music, you be my fam
Thank you for your time, you my mind expand
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 be an asset
How long it's gon' be these records 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 see the world through a bird's eye view
I want to travel the trenches, keep it gutta and true
when you make it to the top, they start obstructing your view
And then they act the forget when they was fucking 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,