Luyện nghe bài hát What Part of The Game

I'm the rapper in the world, you who tryin to kid man
I will dunk on your big man
Been rappin for years, crackin them bears, the of platinum chairs
Predict future cash and it's near, my is dittly
I bust shots until the heat gets
bitches until the sheets get sweaty
Beats and melodies, make me blink
I'll pull my out, and give a warrior's cry
If you down wit my crew, all you die
You can I'm real, by lookin in the ball of my eye
I will get some cream it, one day, your baby and my baby
Can my some dough on Summit
the loot, fountain the youth, the young God
Here's the inside thug, a Marmashad
wanna have emotions and kill me
Put the toast to my kidney, when I speak of them feel me
So, keep my off ya breath
'Fore my nigga take the chain off ya chest
All guaranteeing, blaow, take the brain off ya
Off the top of the dough, one shot and blow
wit Panama P.I., guarantee I'll take ya outta ya zone

Ayyo me and my nigga Hais, ride, lay
Case ya try to play Zeus, got the deuce
right inside the bubble, face goose
Not to quickly to make to news
I'ma ace deuce, cases, I got Gotti and O.J. juice
And my crew, you're stackless, very cock now
Phase of every Rocky, your caviar ass into, um
Chicken teriyaki, Spanish try to front on me
I say papi Rocky, wish he of shot me
'Cause I don't care if he frail or D
When I got the glock, B, stop me
And no judicial could affix me, try to lock me
Over on mine, Mr. D.A., someone to lace ya dime
And tell P.H. that the camera job, come on, that's a of mine
I got my girl Curry, live in D.C
Work the spring court, you know for me, just scary
How Harlem nigga do, get in the building hurry
Before my girl see, back to top, so she can give me one on
Says hung, got her sprung, she that I'm young
Her little toy boy, her lick my ass wit a tongue
She's so smart, she's dumb, but I keep, ain't promised
Now I might a one way flight to St. Thomas
And at the same I got a JAG fetish
And who knows, I might have bad
I can't borrow from niggas I ass
Go to girl, I pop my truck faster
Don't make me Flex on you ghetto style like

You got money, what it look
You got crack, what it cook
You got a song, wit the hook
Word is bond, when P.I. hit the microphone, niggas mics
You got crack, what it cook
You got a song, wit the like?
You got some money, what it look
What of the game is that?
You fuck around wit my track, blaow, part of the flaming

I the God knowledge, my book of life, he read like twice
Five percent shine, today the like, my attribute's like
Paretic chrome, I thrown, throw it at dome, blown
It be known, like Sa Salasi clone, wit one zone
Cybernetic, buck slang, king ebonic
Nickname Farad, all of ya dude, rock me
I came swift, wit off as the shit, couldn't catch it
Define this, got drawn so swift, couldn't it
Thug covert, sip Scotch drink, like an Irish
like the infamous full blown antivirus
Apollus, mad Olympic, fragile
gymnast, ancient decent, homey scriptures
Equilibrium, catch me at the Wimbledon, gentlemen
Guess jeans, Wu shirts, construction
nobody wit nothing and your name shall be Nathan
Who you facin, slugs blazin the

Ayyo it, I used to live reckless
Snatch kids necklace, respect this
A nigga this, blaow, trigga specialist
Is your death wish, you rib and chestless
Gun ho, life thug, every one know
the Bumjo, to the kids, to Colombo
My niggas down doin state, did you rumble?
Twenty five to L, on the humble, real shit
shit, catch you, wouldn't dare fuck wit
Care rugged, from the skulls down to the
Surroundin your Benz, wit houndin your gems
Yo pump this jam in joint
All my thug niggas wit the mamas on points
City guys, gritty high guys, pretty mamas
I even boricua, shake the titty tatas
Harlem World slugger, watch it like Pearl Harbor
Screw ma, get a girl's
And get them hotter, slide 'em off, 'em proper
Yo I'm a sex fiend, fuckin in my 400 hundred Lex'
Flex cream, presidential rolly wit Gets

You got money, it look like?
You got crack, it cook like?
You got a song, wit the hook
Word is bond, when P.I. hit the microphone, took mics
You got crack, it cook like?
You got a song, wit the like?
You got some money, what it like?
part of the game is that?
You fuck wit my track, blaow, part of the flaming stat

You got money, it look like?
You got crack, what it like?
You got a song, wit the hook
Word is bond, when P.I. hit the microphone, niggas mics
You got crack, it cook like?
You got a song, wit the like?
You got some money, it look like?
What of the game is that?
You fuck around wit my track, blaow, part of the flaming