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

1]
Night and day we was in the playin' ball
It's all we ever did ever we was small
T-Mack had the type of game that we wanted
But it ain't as promisin' when your growth stunted
you was puttin' in work
Remember got cut the team, you was hurt
got brighter when 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 to the country's number 1 prospect
Had a good chance to get your out the projects
Still remember when you away to camp
was excited, had the whole hood amped
From the get, wet
It was damned 'til you had the
Then it splashed in face, [?]
Then it seemed like your got deflated
Deterred by the words, out gettin' faded
Took pride in bein' ignorant, educated
Wonder if you kept your head on straight, you made it
Now this is dumb whack
And overweight, 30 somethin', make it come back
Draft Night all over again, round waitin'
Watchin' All Stars on the outisde, like

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

2]
There's few things that are more uglier in world
Than an attractive girl cool with just bein' beautiful
Wants to be on the big screen but develop any useful skills
All attempts been futile
Don't have any tools you can utilize
And guys tryna smash, feedin' you the lies
That's the motto, you tried to
But the was brutal 'bout your size
In my eyes, you was though
Stupid ass still went and got
Self like typo
You head and gassed it, got your tits and ass did
And your went blasted
By shady ass doctor, that bastard
thirst pics, only thing you mastered thus far
Counts all followers, said that 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 do that
Now you up in the trap
cat that you let tap had you clap
Runnin' in place in the race, lapped
When we runnin' thing, only thing you runnin' is your yap

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

3]
It all started with a dollar and a
Now you can holla, you can
It's not like you have a good team
Fought to get you all the right place
You came a long way from doin' songs in the
Rhymin' in access
Lawyers close the deal, accountants do taxes
Always had of goin' to the top
10 years later and you still popped
[?] and you can't eat
All the hot and mad good beats
Goin' hard tryna chase a hit
In the studio with writer's block, can't pen
Sinkin' deep into the sucks
Now your little man's man's successful
came the youth jams
They used to up for you, now you openin' for them
Tide startin' to turn the
older, you should probably learn the trade
Workin' in a new perhaps
Not supposed to rap