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 dunk on big man
Been for years, crackin them bears, the sound of platinum chairs
Predict cash and it's near, my speech is dittly
I bust until the heat gets heavy
Fuck until the sheets get sweaty
and melodies, will make me blink
I'll pull my shank out, and give a cry
If you down wit my crew, all you die
You can tell I'm real, by lookin in the of my eye
I get some cream from it, one day, your baby and my baby
Can my some on Teem Summit
Countin the loot, fountain the youth, the God
Here's the inside thug, a Marmashad
Some wanna have emotions and me
Put the to my kidney, when I speak most of them feel me
So, keep my off ya breath
'Fore my nigga Gruff the chain off ya chest
All guaranteeing, blaow, take the off ya neck
Off the top of the dough, one and you'll blow
Fuckin wit Panama P.I., guarantee I'll take ya ya zone

Ayyo me and my Hais, ride, lay loose
ya try to play Zeus, got the tray deuce
Hidin right inside the bubble, goose
Not to quickly to make to make
I'ma ace deuce, caught cases, I got and O.J. juice
And my crew, very stackless, very cock now
of every Rocky, turn your caviar ass into, um
Chicken teriyaki, Spanish nigga try to on me
I say papi Rocky, wish he would of me
'Cause I don't if he frail or cock D
When I got the glock, B, stop me
And no system could affix me, try to lock me
Over papes on mine, Mr. D.A., someone to ya dime
And tell P.H. that the camera job, on, that's a waste of mine
'Cause I got my Curry, live in D.C
the spring court, you know for me, that just scary
How nigga do, get in the building bitch hurry
Before my girl see, back to top, so she can me one on jury
Says hung, got her sprung, she that I'm young
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 might a one way flight to St. Thomas
And at the same time I got a JAG
And who knows, I might bad credit
I can't borrow from niggas I ass
Go to your girl, I pop my faster
Don't make me Flex on you style like Funkmaster

You got money, it look like?
You got crack, it cook like?
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 hook
You got money, what it look like?
part of the game is that?
You fuck around wit my track, blaow, of the flaming stat

I live the God knowledge, my book of life, he read like
percent 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 buck slang, ebonic
Nickname Farad, all of ya dude, me Muhammad
I came swift, wit off as the shit, they couldn't it
Define this, got drawn so swift, couldn't it
Thug covert, sip drink, just like an Irish
Move like the full blown antivirus
Apollus, mad Olympic, fitness
Supreme gymnast, decent, homey scriptures
Equilibrium, catch me at the Wimbledon, gentlemen
Guess jeans, Wu shirts, construction
You're wit nothing and your name shall be Nathan
Who you facin, slugs blazin the

Ayyo it, I used to live reckless
kids necklace, nigga respect this
A nigga catch this, blaow, specialist
Is your death wish, you rib and chestless
Gun ho, real 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 thug
Plug shit, catch you, wouldn't dare wit
Care rugged, from the skulls to the Timb's
Surroundin Benz, wit niggas houndin your gems
Yo pump this jam in joint
All my thug niggas cruisin wit the on points
City wise guys, gritty guys, pretty mamas
I even boricua, shake the titty tatas
Harlem World slugger, it explode like Pearl Harbor
Screw ma, get a Vodka
And get them hotter, slide 'em off, 'em proper
Yo I'm a sex fiend, fuckin in my 400 hundred ring
cream, presidential rolly wit Gets gleam

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

You got money, it look like?
You got crack, what it cook
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 money, what it look like?
What of the game is that?
You fuck around wit my track, blaow, part of the flaming