Luyện nghe bài hát Soul

[Intro: Beats]
game, spit game
Taught him how to spit
I teach him how to spit
They digesting, this flame
I taught him how to game
Yeah,
[Verse 1: Beats]
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 album while I'm with him
[?] individualism, you get the
And I ain't 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
Stick to your gun, gripping your
This one, the only one, my only son, I call him my sunshine
Took time away from my work, it was the time
sending subliminals knowing I'm sublime
I spit it punchline after
It's time, cause if it's not we get no lunchtime
Round of applause, you bust back, I busta
Read the print, [?] I'm doing fucking fine
Tryna to stop me, I'ma play, and then rewind
To remind me that Hodgy Daddy's one of a
And I'm not one to into the past much
Look into the and there's nothing to find

[Hook: Beats]
I taught him how to spit
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 being a kid, pediatric
Niggas talking shit, they never see me
distracted by a nigga's mind who is abstracted
I need a pen and pad then jotted down some rap
I'm watching my but never looking 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
subtracting, always added this mathematics
I take my good days with my baddest, this havoc
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 then taxes
You bag it, organize it man, apparatus
[?] live a dream then a dream, imagine that shit
on [?]

[Verse 3: Ben
I remember I was shy back in the C-I-N
Damn, where should I
Started making jams, a year old kid
Learned to play the blues, I hitting the [?]
Then I went to school to study about the
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 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 when was really bout the passion
Keep your private jet, I'm just tryna the Atlas
could see the world through a bird's eye view
I want to travel through the trenches, it gutta and true
Cause when you make it to the top, they start obstructing your
And then they act like the forget when was fucking with you
But that made me a lot, it ain't nothing to [?]
So I be pushing the block, I'm pulling up on you, nigga