Luyện nghe bài hát The Game

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

The
Playing to
Aiming to win they can

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

You take a nasty fall
Trying to stick with the prehistoric
(Foul Ball)
All breath, no contact
Bounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb
Not no no player or speakin' no crime crap
I'm vocally trying to score before my time

Uh! court press, hands 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, attack the rear
Ya'll niggas ain't but some bitch ass queers
be in your ear, increase the fear
Rippin' with the shears as the just cheers

Bring on the
my position is to shut you down
As the basketball on the concrete floor
Envisioning moves to freak brothers which way
like Doc J.

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

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

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

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

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

I put my in the pavement
With the brothers I'm with
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 swish
Crash the boards with metaphors in the air a Concord
Aiyyo what you out for? Yo I'm out for the whole
22 flat for me to win, I can't win for losin' with this cheatin' ass ref

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

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

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

Show me the rock so I can show these fool 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 try to barter with this globetrotter
Malicious, vicious dunks, I'm Carter

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