Luyện nghe bài hát The Game

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

The
to survive
Aiming to win they can

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

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

Uh! Full court press, in your chest
'cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto finesse
No just checks, make the brother sweat
Word for to earn my reject

Get it out of here, attack from the
Ya'll niggas ain't nothin' but bitch ass queers
I'll be in ear, increase the fear
Rippin' with the shears as the crowd just

on the opposition
'Cause my position is to shut you
As the basketball on the concrete floor
Envisioning moves to freak every which way
like Doc J.

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

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

I was the one block project in the city prospect
Now that's something you can believe
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, where's the tech? Man make the
The game is gettin' tight, victories in sight
What counts is what you write not concerned about the

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

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

Get up in the game, in face like swish
Crash the boards with metaphors in the air 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 supreme
So I don't need or the dream
Next time you play the game boy pick a team
choice is short when you on a concrete court

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

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

me the rock so I can show these fool what I got
(He's up)
Fuck that, I'm hot
take you to the blacktop and wreck 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 'cause son you'll still get done
Yo you should know than try to barter with this globetrotter
Malicious, vicious dunks, I'm Vince

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