Luyện nghe bài hát What Part of The Game

I'm the greatest in the world, you who tryin to kid man
I will dunk on your big man
Been for years, crackin them bears, the sound of platinum chairs
future cash and it's near, my speech is dittly
I shots until the heat gets heavy
bitches until the sheets get sweaty
Beats and melodies, make me blink
I'll my shank out, and give a warrior's cry
If you ain't 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 dough on Teem Summit
the loot, fountain the youth, the young God
Here's the inside thug, like a
Some wanna have emotions and me
Put the toast to my kidney, when I most of them feel me
So, keep my name off ya
'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
wit Panama P.I., guarantee I'll take ya outta ya zone

Ayyo me and my Hais, ride, lay loose
ya try to play Zeus, got the tray deuce
Hidin inside the bubble, face goose
Not to quickly to to make news
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 papi Rocky, wish he would of 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 me, try to lock me
Over papes on mine, Mr. D.A., someone to ya dime
And tell P.H. that the job, come on, that's a waste of mine
'Cause I got my girl Curry, in D.C
Work the spring court, you for me, that just 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 that I'm young
Her little toy boy, her lick my ass wit a tongue
She's so smart, dumb, but I keep, tomorrow ain't promised
Now I might need a one way flight to St.
And at the same I got a JAG fetish
And who knows, I have bad credit
I can't from niggas I ass betted
Go to girl, I pop my truck faster
Don't make me on you ghetto style like Funkmaster

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

I live the God knowledge, my of life, he read like twice
Five percent shine, today the grease like, my attribute's
Paretic chrome, I thrown, throw it at your dome,
It be known, like Sa clone, connect wit one zone
Cybernetic, verbal slang, king ebonic
Nickname Farad, all of ya dude, rock me
I came swift, wit off as the shit, they couldn't it
this, got drawn so swift, couldn't detect it
Thug covert, sip drink, just like an Irish
like the infamous full blown antivirus
Apollus, mad Olympic, fitness
Supreme gymnast, ancient decent, scriptures
Equilibrium, me at the Wimbledon, thug gentlemen
Guess jeans, Wu shirts, Timberland
You're wit nothing and your name shall be Nathan
Who you facin, blazin the amazin

Ayyo check it, I used to live
Snatch necklace, nigga respect this
A nigga catch this, blaow, trigga
Is your wish, leave you rib and chestless
Gun ho, real life thug, one know
From the Bumjo, to the kids, to
My niggas locked doin state, did you rumble?
Twenty five to L, on the humble, real thug
Plug shit, catch you, wouldn't dare wit
Care rugged, the skulls down to the Timb's
Surroundin your Benz, wit houndin your gems
Yo pump jam in your joint
All my thug cruisin wit the mamas on points
City wise guys, gritty high guys, mamas
I even make boricua, shake the tatas
Harlem World slugger, watch it explode like Harbor
Screw ma, get a girl's
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 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 like?
You got a song, wit the hook
You got some money, what it look
What 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 like?
You got a song, wit the hook
Word is bond, P.I. hit the microphone, niggas took mics
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, part of the stat