Luyện nghe bài hát You Can Do It! (Give Up)

1]
Night and day we was in the park playin'
It's all we ever did ever we was small
T-Mack had the type of game that we both
But it ain't as promisin' when your growth stunted
Still you was puttin' in
Remember got cut from the team, you was
Things got brighter you caught a little spurt
But you still was a knucklehead wild dirt
That said, on the court, you still be checked
On for the heat,
Went from a reject to the country's 1 prospect
Had a good chance to get your family out the
Still remember you went away to camp
was excited, had the whole hood amped
From the get, wet
It was 'til you had the game
Then it in your face, [?]
Then it seemed like dreams got deflated
Deterred by the words, out gettin' faded
Took pride in bein' ignorant, better
Wonder if you your head on straight, you would've made it
Now this shit is dumb
And overweight, 30 somethin', tryna make it come
Draft Night all again, sittin' round waitin'
Watchin' All Stars on the outisde, like

Ooh, go hard, up, give up
Ooh, go hard, up, give up

2]
There's few things that are uglier in this world
Than an attractive who's cool with just bein' beautiful
Wants to be on the big but ain't develop any useful skills
All attempts have been
Don't have any real tools you can
And guys tryna smash, feedin' you the lies
That's the motto, you to model
But the director was 'bout your size
In my eyes, you was though
Stupid ass still went and got
Self like typo
You head and it, got your tits and your ass did
And zips went blasted
By some ass doctor, that bastard
Takin' thirst pics, only you mastered thus far
Counts all your followers, said he can make you a star
Only good for coffee
Had goofy ass in the booth singin' off-key
Got the to act
Was a small role, you couldn't even do
Now you up in the trap
cat that you let tap had you clap
Runnin' in in the race, gettin' lapped
When we runnin' thing, only you runnin' is your yap like

Ooh, go hard, give up, up
Ooh, go hard, give up, up

3]
It all started a dollar and a dream
Now you can holla, you can
It's not like you ain't have a good
Fought hard to get you all the place
You a long way from doin' songs in the basement
Rhymin' in public
close the deal, accountants do your taxes
Always had dreams of to the top
10 years later and you ain't popped
[?] and you still eat
All the hot features and mad good
Goin' hard tryna chase a hit
In the studio writer's block, can't pen shit
Sinkin' into the sucks pool
Now your little man's man's successful
First the youth jams
They to open up for you, now you openin' for them
startin' to turn the fate
Gettin' older, you should learn the trade
Workin' in a new capacity
Not supposed to rap