Luyện nghe bài hát Soul

[Intro: Beats]
game, spit game
Taught him how to game
I teach him how to game
They digesting, shit flame
I taught him how to game
Yeah,
1: Hodgy Beats]
I'm spitting to my son, his name is Trenton
I told him it's not 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 lie, I'm fresh and I'm driving [?]
Don't want to be in the streets
get to the honey hive
On your mark set, [?] up next I die
Stick to your gun, gripping your
This only one, the only one, my son, I call him my sunshine
Took time away from my work, it was the time
Haters subliminals knowing I'm sublime
I spit it punchline punchline
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 fucking
Tryna to stop me, I'ma press play, and rewind
To remind me that Daddy's one of a kind
And I'm not one to look into the past
Look into the past and nothing to find

[Hook: Hodgy
I taught him how to game
I teach him how to spit
digesting, this shit 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 being 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 down some rap shit
I'm watching my back but never backwards
I take the pen and get the ink black squids
I had a and my mind on tactics
My mind's a bag of tricks, my nigga
subtracting, always added this mathematics
I take my good days my baddest, this havoc madness
The sword is than the tongue and I slash your dragons
Producing raps like farmer's markets, I pass a
[?] the cash, first I scan it then added
You bag it, organize it man, apparatus
[?] live a dream have a dream, imagine that shit
on [?]

[Verse 3: Ben
I remember I was shy back in the C-I-N
Damn, where I begin
Started jams, a seven year old kid
Learned to play the blues, I hitting 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 know my mind
Put me on game to live, love, and it
God got the answers, I still be having
How long it's gon' take for me to be an asset
How long it's gon' be before these records turn to
I don't need the hype, I just [?] with the
Back when music was really the passion
Keep your private jet, I'm tryna drive the Atlas
Y'all could see the world through a eye view
I to travel through the trenches, keep it gutta and true
Cause when you make it to the top, they start your view
And then they act like the forget when they was with you
But that made me a lot, it ain't nothing to [?]
So I be through the block, I'm pulling up on you, nigga