Luyện nghe bài hát The Game

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

The
Playing to
to win anyway they can

Yo, yo
Pass the ball, casting call
of all, verbal basketball
Off the glass, your jaw
Too for y'all

You might a nasty fall
to stick 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 to score before my time lapse

Uh! Full court press, in your chest
Runnin' 'cause I'm a rebel the ghetto finesse
No just 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 some bitch ass
I'll be in your ear, increase the
Rippin' with the shears as the just cheers

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

Pass me the rock, I just what to do with it
It's vivid, I pivot through the lane
Three hundred and sixty behind my
I take your monkey ass to the rack like Jerry

I'm saw by recruiters and heavily recommended
your best shooters they lower verbal percentage
It's its toll, 24-second clock control
Stoppin' obstacle, impossible

I was the number one block project in the prospect
Now that's something that you can
So be it whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't
Prime the offense switch

Y'all ball, y'all can't ball
Yo ref, the tech? Man make the call
The game is gettin' tight, verbal in sight
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 bank rhymes, got a so I flex
I'm on the foul line with a few verses
my flow hits the net, the next brother flex

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

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

My supreme
So I don't Clyde or the dream
Next you play the game boy pick a better team
Your choice is short when you on a court

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

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

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

1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21
It really don't matter son you'll still get done
Yo you should better than try to barter with this globetrotter
Malicious, dunks, I'm Vince Carter

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