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 bears, the sound of platinum chairs
future cash and it's near, my speech is dittly
I shots until the heat gets heavy
Fuck until the sheets get sweaty
Beats and melodies, make me blink
I'll pull my shank out, and give a 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 from it, one day, your baby and my baby
Can my dough on Teem Summit
the loot, fountain the youth, the young God
Here's the thug, like a Marmashad
Some have emotions and kill me
Put the to my kidney, when I speak most of them feel me
So, my name off ya breath
'Fore my nigga Gruff take the 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 take ya outta ya zone

Ayyo me and my nigga Hais, ride, lay
Case ya try to Zeus, got the tray deuce
Hidin inside the bubble, face goose
Not to quickly to make to news
I'ma ace deuce, caught cases, I got and O.J. juice
And my crew, you're stackless, very cock now
Phase of every Rocky, turn your ass into, um
Chicken teriyaki, 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
When I got the glock, B, stop me
And no judicial system 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 bitch
Before my 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 ain't
Now I might need a one way flight to St.
And at the same I got a JAG fetish
And who knows, I might have bad
I can't from niggas I ass betted
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 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 fuck around wit my track, blaow, part of the stat

I live the God knowledge, my book of life, he read twice
Five percent shine, today the like, my attribute's like
Paretic chrome, I thrown, it at your dome, blown
It be known, like Sa clone, connect wit one zone
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, detect it
Thug covert, sip Scotch drink, just like an
Move like the full blown antivirus
Apollus, mad Olympic, fitness
Supreme gymnast, ancient decent, scriptures
Equilibrium, catch me at the Wimbledon, gentlemen
jeans, Wu shirts, construction Timberland
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, trigga
Is your death wish, leave you rib and
Gun ho, life thug, every one know
the Bumjo, to the kids, to Colombo
My locked down doin state, did you rumble?
Twenty five to L, on the humble, thug shit
Plug shit, 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 cruisin wit the mamas on points
City wise guys, gritty high guys, pretty
I even make boricua, shake the titty
Harlem World slugger, watch it explode Pearl Harbor
Screw ma, get a Vodka
And get them hotter, slide 'em off, twist 'em
Yo I'm a sex fiend, in my 400 hundred Lex' ring
Flex cream, presidential 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, when P.I. hit the microphone, niggas mics
You got crack, it cook like?
You got a song, wit the like?
You got money, what it look like?
What part of the is that?
You around wit my track, blaow, part of the flaming stat

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, took mics
You got crack, it cook like?
You got a song, wit the hook
You got some money, what it like?
What part of the game is
You fuck around wit my track, blaow, of the flaming stat