Luyện nghe bài hát The Game

All right, everybody 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 they can

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

You might a nasty fall
Trying to stick with the passenger
(Foul Ball)
All breath, no contact
Bounce back, invincible bomb raps
Not no hustler no player or speakin' no crap
I'm vocally trying to score before my lapse

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

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 crowd just

Bring on the
my position is to shut you down
As the pounds on the concrete floor
Envisioning moves to freak every which way
Dominating Doc J.

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

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

I was the number one block project in the city
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 can't ball, y'all can't
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 to take 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 the net, the next brother flex

I put my in the pavement
the brothers I'm raised with
Play with and breakdance back in the with
And still in the game 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 losin' with this ass ref

My squad's
So I need Clyde or the dream
time 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
me the pill boy, crossover with the skills
Wrap pass, fly right past your grill
off from half court in some J5 shorts

The rap with the man when my words play sports
Comin' through your lane pure skills so stand clear
Vocal charge is a mirage, I still stand
Damn near, make your shit look like Pam Grier
Fans for the paragraph 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 up a notch, pass me the rock

1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21
It don't 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, flashin' it hair
Still can and slightly overweight
But it takes my shot can elevate
No pain, no for the brothers with no game