Luyện nghe bài hát The Game

All right, shut up
I said, "Shut up"
Now are you to play 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, verbal
Off the glass, smash jaw
Too for y'all

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

Uh! Full press, hands in your chest
Runnin' 'cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto
No just checks, make the brother sweat
Word for to earn my reject

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

on the opposition
'Cause my is to shut you down
As the basketball on the concrete floor
Envisioning moves to freak brothers which way
Dominating Doc J.

Pass me the rock, I know just what to do it
It's real vivid, I pivot the lane
hundred and sixty behind my back
I take monkey ass to the rack like Jerry Stack

I'm saw by most recruiters and 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 prospect
Now something that you can believe
So be it pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss
time the offense switch

Y'all ball, y'all can't ball
Yo ref, where's the tech? Man the call
The game is gettin' tight, verbal victories in
What counts is what you write not about the hype

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

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

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

My squad's
So I need Clyde or the dream
Next you play the game boy pick a better team
Your choice is short you on a concrete court

But my mental cohorts is 'bout to the whole sport
Give me the pill boy, crossover the skills
around pass, fly right past your grill
Take off from court in some J5 shorts

The rap band with the man when my play sports
through your lane with pure skills so stand clear
Vocal charge is a mirage, I still stand
Damn near, make your shit look like Pam Grier
Fans cheer for the Bill Lambier

me the rock so I can show these fool what I got
(He's up)
Fuck that, I'm hot
Verbally take you to the blacktop and shop
Turn my game up a notch, 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 this
Malicious, dunks, I'm Vince 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 gain for the with no game