Luyện nghe bài hát Soul

[Intro: Beats]
Spit game, spit
Taught him how to spit
I teach him how to game
They digesting, this shit
I taught him how to game
Yeah,
[Verse 1: Hodgy
I'm game 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 gon' lie, I'm fresh and I'm [?]
want to be bittersweet in the streets
Gotta get to the honey
On your mark set, [?] up when I die
Stick to your gun, gripping your
This only one, the one, my only son, I call him my sunshine
Took time away from my work, it was the time
Haters sending knowing I'm sublime
I it punchline after punchline
It's crunch time, 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 look into the much
Look into the past and nothing to find

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

2: Hodgy Beats]
I being a kid, pediatric
Niggas talking shit, never see me ad-lib
They distracted by a nigga's who is abstracted
I need a pen and pad then jotted down rap shit
I'm watching my back but looking backwards
I take the pen and get the ink black squids
I had a vision and my on tactics
My a bag of tricks, my nigga magic
Never subtracting, always added mathematics
I take my good with my baddest, this havoc madness
The sword is sharper than the tongue and I slash dragons
Producing raps like markets, I pass a radish
[?] the cash, first I it then added taxes
You bag it, organize it man, apparatus
[?] a dream then 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 making jams, a year old kid
to play the blues, I been hitting the [?]
Then I went to school to about the shit
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 be having questions
How long gon' take 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 just [?] with the
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 eye view
I to travel through the trenches, keep it gutta and true
Cause when you make it to the top, they start obstructing 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 through the block, I'm pulling up on you, nigga