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 anyway can

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

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

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

Get it out of here, attack the rear
Ya'll ain't nothin' but some bitch ass queers
I'll be in your ear, the fear
Rippin' with the as the crowd just cheers

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

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

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

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

Y'all can't ball, can't ball
Yo ref, where's the Man make the call
The game is gettin' tight, verbal in sight
What counts is what you write not about the hype

My rhymes go so why you tryin' 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 with a few left
When my hits the net, the next brother flex

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

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

My supreme
So I don't Clyde or the dream
Next time you play the game boy pick a team
Your is short when you on a concrete court

But my mental cohorts is 'bout to change the whole
Give me the pill boy, crossover with the
Wrap around pass, fly past your grill
Take off from half court in J5 shorts

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

Show me the rock so I can show fool what I got
(He's up)
Fuck that, I'm hot
take you to the blacktop and wreck shop
Turn my up a notch, pass me the rock

1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21
It really don't matter son you'll still get done
Yo you should know better try to barter with this globetrotter
Malicious, vicious dunks, I'm 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 brothers with no