Luyện nghe bài hát The Game

All right, shut up
I said, "Shut up"
Now are you ready to play the
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 take a nasty fall
Trying to stick with the prehistoric
(Foul Ball)
All breath, no contact
Bounce back, invincible bomb raps
Not no hustler no or speakin' no crime crap
I'm vocally trying to score my time lapse

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

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

Bring on the
'Cause my is to shut you down
As the basketball on the concrete floor
moves to freak brothers every which way
Dominating Doc J.

Pass me the rock, I just what to do with it
It's vivid, I pivot through the lane
hundred and sixty behind my back
I take your ass to the rack like Jerry Stack

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

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

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

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

I put my foot in the
With the I'm raised with
Play and breakdance back 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 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 win for losin' with this cheatin' ass ref

My supreme
So I don't need Clyde or the
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 change the whole
Give me the boy, crossover with the skills
Wrap around pass, fly past your grill
off from half court in some J5 shorts

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

Show me the rock so I can show fool what I got
(He's up)
that, I'm flaming 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 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 draft pick, flashin' it face
can penetrate and slightly overweight
But whatever it takes my can elevate
No pain, no gain for the with no game