Luyện nghe bài hát What Part of The Game

I'm the greatest in the world, you who tryin to kid man
I slam dunk on your big man
rappin for years, crackin them bears, the sound of platinum chairs
Predict cash and it's near, my speech is dittly
I bust shots the heat gets heavy
Fuck until the sheets get sweaty
Beats and melodies, make me blink
I'll pull my out, and give a warrior's cry
If you ain't 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, your and my baby
Can my dough on Teem Summit
Countin the loot, fountain the youth, the God
the inside thug, like a Marmashad
Some wanna have and kill me
Put the toast to my kidney, I speak most of them feel me
So, keep my off ya breath
'Fore my nigga Gruff take the off ya chest
All guaranteeing, blaow, take the brain off ya
Off the top of the dough, one and you'll blow
Fuckin wit Panama P.I., I'll take ya outta ya zone

Ayyo me and my nigga Hais, ride, lay
Case ya try to play Zeus, got the tray
Hidin right inside the bubble, goose
Not to to make to make news
ace deuce, caught cases, I got Gotti and O.J. juice
And my crew, you're stackless, very cock now
Phase of every Rocky, turn your ass into, um
Chicken teriyaki, Spanish nigga try to on me
I say papi Rocky, he would of shot me
'Cause I don't care if he or cock D
When I got the glock, B, stop me
And no judicial system could 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 waste of
I got my girl Curry, live in D.C
Work the spring court, you know for me, that scary
How Harlem do, get in the building bitch 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 my ass wit a tongue
She's so smart, she's dumb, but I keep, tomorrow promised
Now I might a one way flight to St. Thomas
And at the same time I got a JAG
And who knows, I might have bad
I can't borrow niggas I ass betted
Go to girl, I pop my truck faster
make 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 hook
is bond, when P.I. hit the microphone, niggas took mics
You got crack, what it like?
You got a song, wit the like?
You got some money, it look like?
What part of the is that?
You fuck wit my track, blaow, part of the flaming stat

I live the God knowledge, my book of life, he read like
Five shine, today the grease like, my attribute's like
Paretic chrome, I thrown, throw it at your dome,
It be known, like Sa clone, connect wit one zone
Cybernetic, buck slang, king ebonic
Farad, all of ya dude, rock me Muhammad
I came swift, wit off as the shit, they couldn't it
Define this, got so swift, couldn't detect it
Thug covert, sip Scotch drink, just like an
Move like the full blown antivirus
Apollus, mad Olympic, fitness
Supreme gymnast, decent, homey scriptures
Equilibrium, catch me at the Wimbledon, gentlemen
jeans, Wu shirts, construction Timberland
You're nobody wit and your name shall be Nathan
Who you facin, blazin the amazin

Ayyo check it, I used to reckless
Snatch necklace, nigga respect this
A nigga this, blaow, trigga specialist
Is your death wish, you rib and chestless
Gun ho, real life thug, one know
the Bumjo, to the kids, to Colombo
My niggas locked down doin state, did you
Twenty five to L, on the humble, real shit
Plug shit, catch you, wouldn't dare wit
Care rugged, from the skulls to the Timb's
Surroundin your Benz, wit niggas houndin your
Yo pump this jam in your
All my thug niggas wit the mamas on points
City guys, gritty high guys, pretty mamas
I make boricua, shake the titty tatas
Harlem World slugger, watch it explode Pearl Harbor
Screw ma, get a girl's
And get hotter, slide 'em off, twist 'em proper
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, what it like?
You got a song, wit the hook
Word is bond, when P.I. hit the microphone, niggas took
You got crack, it cook like?
You got a song, wit the like?
You got some money, what it look
What part of the is that?
You fuck around wit my track, blaow, part of the 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 took
You got crack, what it like?
You got a song, wit the like?
You got some money, what it like?
What part of the is that?
You fuck around wit my track, blaow, part of the flaming