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
to survive
Aiming to win anyway can

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

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

Uh! Full court press, 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
Ya'll niggas ain't but some bitch ass queers
I'll be in 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 pounds on the floor
Envisioning moves to freak brothers which way
like Doc J.

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

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

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

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

My rhymes go baseline so why you tryin' to mine?
Last man tried just died the paint line
I rhymes, got a call so I flex
I'm on the foul line a few verses left
my flow hits 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 with 12 points, 4

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

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

But my mental cohorts is 'bout to change the whole
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 with the man when my play sports
Comin' through your lane pure skills so stand clear
Vocal charge is a mirage, I still stand
Damn near, make shit look soft like Pam Grier
Fans cheer for the paragraph Lambier

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

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

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