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 the game?
Yeah!

The
to survive
Aiming to win anyway can

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

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

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

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

Bring on the
'Cause my position is to shut you
As the basketball pounds on the floor
Envisioning moves to freak brothers every way
Dominating Doc J.

Pass me the rock, I know just what to do it
real 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 heavily
Stickin' your best shooters lower verbal percentage
It's takin' its toll, 24-second clock
Stoppin' obstacle, impossible

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

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

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

I put my in the pavement
With the I'm raised with
with 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
the boards with metaphors in the air like a Concord
Aiyyo what you out for? Yo I'm out for the score
22 flat seconds for me to win, I can't win for losin' with cheatin' ass ref

My squad's
So I need Clyde or the dream
Next time you play the game boy pick a better
Your choice is when you on a concrete court

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

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

Show me the rock so I can show these fool I got
(He's up)
that, I'm flaming hot
Verbally you to the blacktop and wreck 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 get done
Yo you should know better than try to barter with globetrotter
Malicious, dunks, I'm Vince Carter

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