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 play the
Yeah!

The
Playing to
to win anyway they can

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

You take a nasty fall
to stick with 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 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 y'all to my reject

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

Bring on the
'Cause my is to shut you down
As the basketball pounds on the concrete
Envisioning moves to brothers every which way
like Doc J.

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

I'm saw by recruiters and heavily recommended
Stickin' your best shooters they lower verbal
It's takin' its toll, clock control
Stoppin' this obstacle,

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

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

My rhymes go so why you tryin' to take mine?
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 verses
When my flow hits the net, the brother flex

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

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

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

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

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

me the rock so I can show these fool what I got
(He's up)
Fuck that, I'm hot
Verbally you to the blacktop and wreck 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 better than try to barter with this globetrotter
Malicious, dunks, I'm Vince Carter

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