Luyện nghe bài hát What Part of The Game

I'm the rapper in the world, you who tryin to kid man
I will slam on your big man
Been rappin for years, crackin them bears, the sound of chairs
Predict future and it's near, my speech is dittly
I shots until the heat gets heavy
Fuck bitches until the sheets get
Beats and melodies, make me blink
pull my shank out, and give a warrior's cry
If you down wit my crew, all you die
You can tell I'm real, by in the ball of my eye
I will get some cream from it, one day, baby and my baby
Can my some on Teem Summit
Countin the loot, the youth, the young God
the inside thug, like a Marmashad
Some wanna have emotions and me
Put the toast to my kidney, I speak most of them feel me
So, my name off ya breath
'Fore my nigga Gruff the chain off ya chest
All guaranteeing, blaow, the brain off ya neck
Off the top of the dough, one and you'll blow
Fuckin wit Panama P.I., guarantee I'll ya outta ya zone

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

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

I live the God knowledge, my book of life, he like twice
Five shine, today the grease like, my attribute's like
Paretic chrome, I thrown, throw it at your dome,
It be known, like Sa Salasi clone, connect wit one
Cybernetic, verbal slang, king ebonic
Nickname Farad, all of ya dude, rock me
I swift, wit off as the shit, they couldn't catch it
Define this, got drawn so swift, couldn't it
Thug covert, sip drink, just like an Irish
Move the infamous full blown antivirus
Apollus, mad Olympic, fitness
Supreme gymnast, ancient decent, homey
Equilibrium, me at the Wimbledon, thug gentlemen
jeans, Wu shirts, construction Timberland
You're nobody wit nothing and your shall be Nathan
Who you facin, slugs blazin the

Ayyo it, I used to live reckless
Snatch kids necklace, nigga this
A nigga catch this, blaow, trigga
Is death wish, leave you rib and chestless
Gun ho, real thug, every one know
From the Bumjo, to the kids, to
My niggas down doin state, did you rumble?
Twenty five to L, on the humble, real thug
Plug shit, catch you, dare fuck wit
rugged, from the skulls down to the Timb's
Surroundin your Benz, wit houndin your gems
Yo pump this jam in joint
All my thug niggas cruisin wit the mamas on
City wise guys, gritty high guys, mamas
I make boricua, shake the titty tatas
Harlem World slugger, it explode like Pearl Harbor
Screw ma, get a girl's
And get them hotter, slide 'em off, twist 'em
Yo I'm a sex fiend, fuckin in my 400 hundred Lex'
Flex cream, presidential rolly wit Gets

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

You got money, what it like?
You got crack, what it cook
You got a song, wit the like?
Word is bond, when P.I. hit the microphone, niggas took
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 wit my track, blaow, part of the flaming stat