Luyện nghe bài hát What Part of The Game

I'm the greatest rapper in the world, you who to kid man
I will slam on your big man
rappin for years, crackin them bears, the sound of platinum chairs
Predict future cash and near, my speech is dittly
I bust shots until the heat heavy
Fuck bitches until the get sweaty
and melodies, will 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 baby and my
Can my some dough on Summit
Countin the loot, fountain the youth, the God
Here's the inside thug, a Marmashad
Some wanna have and kill me
Put the toast to my kidney, when I speak most of them me
So, keep my off ya breath
'Fore my nigga Gruff take the chain off ya
All guaranteeing, blaow, take the brain off ya
Off the top of the dough, one and you'll blow
Fuckin wit P.I., guarantee I'll 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 make
ace deuce, caught cases, I got Gotti and O.J. juice
And my crew, you're very stackless, cock now
Phase of Rocky, turn your caviar ass into, um
teriyaki, Spanish nigga try to front on me
I say Rocky, wish he would of shot me
'Cause I don't care if he or cock D
When I got the glock, B, can't me
And no judicial system could affix me, try to me
Over papes on mine, Mr. D.A., to lace ya dime
And tell P.H. that the camera job, 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 girl see, back to top, so she can me one on jury
hung, got her sprung, she fell 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 need a one way flight to St.
And at the time I got a JAG fetish
And who knows, I might have bad
I can't from niggas I ass betted
Go to your girl, I pop my truck
Don't make me Flex on you ghetto style like

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

I live the God knowledge, my book of life, he read twice
Five shine, today the grease like, my attribute's like
chrome, I thrown, throw it at your dome, blown
It be known, Sa Salasi clone, connect wit one zone
Cybernetic, verbal slang, king ebonic
Nickname Farad, all of ya dude, me Muhammad
I came swift, wit off as the shit, they catch it
Define this, got drawn so swift, detect it
covert, sip Scotch drink, just like an Irish
Move like the infamous full blown
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 shall be
Who you facin, slugs blazin the

Ayyo check it, I to live reckless
Snatch kids necklace, nigga this
A catch this, blaow, trigga specialist
Is your wish, leave 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 to L, on the humble, real thug shit
Plug shit, catch you, wouldn't fuck wit
Care rugged, the skulls down to the Timb's
Surroundin your Benz, wit niggas houndin gems
Yo pump this jam in joint
All my thug niggas wit the mamas on points
wise guys, gritty high guys, pretty mamas
I make boricua, shake the titty tatas
Harlem slugger, watch it explode like Pearl Harbor
ma, get a girl's Vodka
And get them hotter, slide 'em off, twist 'em
Yo I'm a sex fiend, fuckin in my 400 hundred ring
Flex cream, presidential wit Gets gleam

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