Luyện nghe bài hát High Expectations

Yo yo it
Unattached and sundaes and pills I palm
with intentions to it to the league
Intrigued by two letter SE's and GS'ses
On the niggaz I leave like messages
Plagued by this ball player
sort of foul how the world be reffin us
Kenny is our Moses in this five on five
For the game of life full ain't preppin us
Schools want me but the ghost of haunts me
Plus wanna crib me, way out in the country
I'm city like street lights and some games be fights
Never on my left so it's hard to be right
Either poor or Mike is who I wanna be like
Story of many black that I refuse to rewrite

Yo, brothers opinions is Bias-ed, Len
that end up like Ben, Wilson, still some pretend to be friends
the grin I see the ?gin spoke up and assure a?
More so than my soul, my jump is purer
play juror, I witness the fall of legends
Once was the joint now they restin got a God given
My gallant talent is like a
trick by a chick with a bad habit
Opportunity to move I it
Me and my have static, now I wreak Hennesey and havoc
Man to man talks Kenny, send me to a zone
Been on my own for so long, my tone's grown
Competition gets blown speakers
when I cross her like Jesus out of bleachers, broads and
Yeah I it's all good, but it could be better
to stay eighteen forever
But now I stay on point like Rod in Strickland
If Brooklyn courts was the canvas, I would be the big man

From thoughts pennies bring, I assemble teams like the Kenny Kings
fast over breaks, dialect I'm dribbling
Remembering, night posters of Moses and the Supreme
Realizing, that rap and life are sports
I follow deep
Moves never perceived thought Johnny Cochran
of the way I free thought
The system make a nigga think to it that he need sports
or either to the tip he resort
my seed'll be to start his own
In the, George Carter
Don't wanna be a dope MC living in his home
Or speaking to my in a starving artist tone
Unknown zones I roam mind architechter
Spark the lecture, to let God direct ya