Luyện nghe bài hát Soul

[Intro: Hodgy
Spit game, spit
him how to spit game
I teach him how to game
They digesting, shit flame
I him how to spit game
Yeah,
[Verse 1: 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 while I'm sitting with him
[?] individualism, you get the
And I ain't gon' lie, I'm fresh and I'm [?]
Don't want to be in the streets
Gotta get to the honey
On your mark set, [?] up when I die
to your gun, gripping your nine
This only one, the only one, my only son, I call him my
Took time away my work, it was worth the time
Haters sending knowing I'm sublime
I spit it punchline after
It's crunch time, cause if not we get no lunchtime
Round of applause, you back, I busta rhymes
Read the fine print, [?] I'm doing fine
to stop 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 into the past
into the past and there's nothing to find

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

[Verse 2: Beats]
I remember a kid, pediatric
Niggas talking shit, they see me ad-lib
They distracted by a nigga's who is abstracted
I need a pen and pad then jotted some rap shit
I'm watching my but never looking backwards
I take the pen and get the ink from black
I had a vision and my mind on
My mind's a bag of tricks, my nigga
subtracting, always added this mathematics
I take my good days with my baddest, havoc madness
The is sharper than the tongue and I slash your dragons
Producing raps farmer's markets, I pass a radish
[?] the cash, first I scan it then taxes
You bag it, organize it man, apparatus
[?] live a dream then have a dream, imagine 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 the blues, I been 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 my mind expand
Put me on to live, love, and chance it
God got the answers, I still be questions
How long gon' take for me to finally be an asset
How long it's be before these records turn to smashes
I don't need the hype, I [?] with the classics
Back when music was really 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
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 that made me learn a lot, it nothing to [?]
So I be pushing through the block, I'm up on you, nigga