Luyện nghe bài hát Soul

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Ben
I remember I was back shy in the C-I-N
Damn, where I begin
making jams, a seven year old kid
Learned to play the blues, I been the [?]
Then I to school to study about the shit
Fell in love with music, you be my fam
Thank you for time, you know my mind expand
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 finally be an
How long it's gon' be before records turn to smashes
I don't need the hype, I just [?] the classics
Back when music was really the passion
Keep your private jet, I'm just tryna the Atlas
Y'all could see the world through a bird's eye
I want to travel through the trenches, keep it gutta and
Cause when you make it to the top, start obstructing your view
And they act like the forget when they was fucking with you
But that made me a lot, it ain't nothing to [?]
So I be pushing through the block, I'm up on you, nigga