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
to survive
Aiming to win they can

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

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

Uh! Full court press, hands in chest
Runnin' 'cause I'm a rebel with the finesse
No fouls just checks, make the brother
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 your ear, increase the
with the shears as the crowd just cheers

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

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

I'm saw by most and heavily recommended
Stickin' your 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 something that you can believe
So be it pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss
Prime the offense switch

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 is what you write not concerned about the hype

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

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

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

My squad's
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 is 'bout to change the whole sport
me the pill boy, crossover 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 lane with pure skills so stand clear
Vocal charge is a mirage, I still stand
Damn near, make your shit look like Pam Grier
Fans cheer for the paragraph 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 wreck
my game up a notch, pass 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 know better than try to barter with this globetrotter
Malicious, dunks, I'm Vince Carter

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