Luyện nghe bài hát Game On

You've got your
Locked and loaded like that
Fire, shoot, aim all dialed,
Roll of the
All these mama
All that noise,
Dont me, no
But hit that switch low
Ima you feel ghost
the pace
Your hearts will
What a case of
Without a to chase, yeah
No mistakes,
game

No not fucking but Ill let your mind bate you
of my craft, nice pic to masturbate to
I dont hate you, I even know you exist
Coming out the woodwork, that were friends
Aint it funny, it something
One minute you know me, next you swearing that you love me
Week from now, aiming at my music with a musket
my pedestal, breaking that shit for the fun of it
All these biddy whores, makeup pouring out their pours
Smellin like & warm cum
I you always wanted more but never did the work to make it come.
All my GED drop looking at your cop outs, swearing they holdin you down
Steady blamin on the weather or the lack of something
at me now & Try to say its circumstance your foul, out of bounds
Never had to stich it with a rusty needle
From a record of hand-me-downs