Luyện nghe bài hát The Game

All right, everybody up
I said, "Shut up"
Now are you ready to the game?
No!
Are you ready to the game?
Yeah!

The
to survive
Aiming to win anyway can

Yo, yo
Pass the ball, final casting
First of all, basketball
Off the glass, smash jaw
Too fast for

You might take a fall
Trying to stick the prehistoric passenger
(Foul Ball)
All breath, no physical
back, demonstrate invincible bomb raps
Not no hustler no player or speakin' no crap
I'm vocally trying to score before my time

Uh! court press, hands in your chest
Runnin' I'm a rebel with the ghetto finesse
No fouls checks, make the brother sweat
Word for y'all to my reject

Get it out of here, from the rear
Ya'll niggas ain't nothin' but bitch ass queers
I'll be in ear, increase the fear
Rippin' with the as the crowd just cheers

on the opposition
'Cause my position is to shut you
As the basketball on the concrete floor
Envisioning moves to freak brothers every way
like Doc J.

Pass me the rock, I know just to do with it
real vivid, I pivot through the lane
Three hundred and sixty my back
I take your monkey ass to the rack like Stack

I'm saw by most and heavily recommended
Stickin' your shooters they lower verbal percentage
takin' its toll, 24-second clock control
Stoppin' this obstacle,

I was the number one block project in the city
Now that's something you can believe
So be it whether pro or collegiate, the hit but miss
Prime the offense switch

can't ball, y'all can't ball
Yo ref, the tech? Man make the call
The is gettin' tight, verbal victories in sight
What counts is what you write not concerned the hype

My rhymes go baseline so why you tryin' to mine?
Last man tried just died inside the line
I rhymes, got a call so I flex
I'm on the foul line a few verses left
When my flow hits the net, the next brother

I put my in the pavement
With the brothers I'm raised
Play with and breakdance in the days with
And in the game with 12 points, 4 assists

Get up in the game, in your face like
Crash the with metaphors in the air like a Concord
Aiyyo what you out for? Yo I'm out for the whole
22 flat seconds for me to win, I can't win for with this cheatin' ass ref

My squad's
So I don't need or the dream
Next time you the game boy pick a better team
Your choice is when you on a concrete court

But my mental is 'bout to change the whole sport
me the pill boy, crossover with the skills
Wrap around pass, fly right your grill
off from half court in some J5 shorts

The rap band with the man my words play sports
Comin' through your lane with pure so stand clear
charge is a mirage, I still stand here
Damn near, your shit look soft like Pam Grier
Fans cheer for the paragraph Bill

Show me the rock so I can these fool what I got
(He's up)
Fuck that, I'm hot
take you to the blacktop and wreck shop
Turn my up a notch, pass me the rock

1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21
It really matter 'cause son you'll still get done
Yo you should know better than try to barter with globetrotter
Malicious, vicious dunks, I'm Carter

And it's the high draft pick, it hair face
Still can penetrate and overweight
But whatever it my shot can elevate
No pain, no for the brothers with no game