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
Been rappin for years, crackin them bears, the of platinum chairs
Predict future cash and near, my speech is dittly
I bust shots until the gets heavy
Fuck bitches until the sheets get
Beats and melodies, will make me
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 cream from it, one day, your baby and my baby
Can my some on Teem Summit
Countin the loot, the youth, the young God
Here's the inside thug, like a
Some have emotions and kill me
Put the toast to my kidney, when I speak of them feel me
So, my name off ya breath
my nigga Gruff take the chain 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., guarantee take ya outta ya zone

Ayyo me and my nigga Hais, ride, lay
Case ya try to Zeus, got the tray deuce
right inside the bubble, face goose
Not to to make to make news
I'ma ace deuce, caught cases, I got Gotti and O.J.
And my crew, you're stackless, very cock now
Phase of every Rocky, turn your ass into, um
teriyaki, Spanish nigga try to front on me
I say papi Rocky, wish he of shot me
'Cause I don't care if he frail or D
I got the glock, B, can't stop me
And no judicial system affix me, try to lock me
Over on mine, Mr. D.A., someone to lace ya dime
And P.H. that the camera job, come on, that's a waste of mine
'Cause I got my girl Curry, in D.C
Work the court, you know for me, that just scary
How Harlem nigga do, get in the bitch hurry
Before my see, back to top, so she can give me one on jury
Says hung, got her sprung, she that I'm young
Her toy boy, make her lick 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 from I ass betted
Go to your girl, I pop my faster
Don't me Flex on you ghetto style like Funkmaster

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

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

Ayyo check it, I used to live
Snatch kids necklace, nigga respect
A catch this, blaow, trigga specialist
Is your death wish, leave you rib and
Gun ho, life thug, every one know
From the Bumjo, to the kids, to
My locked down doin state, did you rumble?
Twenty to L, on the humble, real thug shit
shit, catch you, wouldn't dare fuck wit
Care rugged, the skulls down to the Timb's
Surroundin your Benz, wit niggas houndin your
Yo this jam in your joint
All my thug niggas cruisin wit the mamas on
wise guys, gritty high guys, pretty mamas
I even boricua, shake the titty tatas
Harlem World slugger, watch it explode like Pearl
ma, get a girl's Vodka
And get them hotter, 'em off, twist '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 look
You got crack, what it cook
You got a song, wit the like?
Word is bond, P.I. hit the microphone, niggas took mics
You got crack, what it cook
You got a song, wit the like?
You got some money, what it look
part of the game is that?
You fuck around wit my track, blaow, part of the flaming

You got money, it look 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 cook
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, of the flaming stat