Luyện nghe bài hát Soul

[Intro: Beats]
Spit game, game
him how to spit game
I him how to spit game
They digesting, shit flame
I taught him how to spit
Yeah,
[Verse 1: Beats]
I'm spitting to my son, his name is Trenton
I him it's not about a title, name, or an emblem
cut outs for my album while I'm sitting with him
[?] individualism, you get the
And I gon' lie, I'm fresh and I'm driving [?]
Don't want to be bittersweet in the
Gotta get to the honey
On your mark set, [?] up when I die
to your gun, gripping your nine
This only one, the one, my only son, I call him my sunshine
time away from my work, it was worth the time
Haters sending subliminals knowing I'm
I it punchline after punchline
It's time, cause if it's not we get no lunchtime
Round of applause, you back, I busta rhymes
Read the fine print, [?] I'm doing fine
Tryna to me, I'ma press play, and then rewind
To remind me that Daddy's one of a kind
And I'm not one to look into the much
Look into the and there's nothing to find

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

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

[Verse 3: Ben
I remember I was back shy back in the
Damn, should I begin
Started making jams, a seven old kid
to play the blues, I been hitting the [?]
Then I went to school to study the shit
Fell in love with music, you be my fam
Thank you for your time, you know my expand
Put me on game to live, love, and it
God got the answers, I be having questions
How it's gon' take for me to finally be an asset
How long it's gon' be before records turn to smashes
I don't the hype, I just [?] with the classics
Back when music was bout the passion
Keep your jet, I'm just tryna drive the Atlas
Y'all could see the through a bird's eye view
I want to travel 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 learn a lot, it ain't to [?]
So I be through the block, I'm pulling up on you, nigga